a time where i consider myself speechless
the first time i can enjoy my life in silence
the only time where i don't mind the cold
and realize
i am not the only one with outstretched arms
not the only one that wants to be loved
beloved
there are times in our lives
these beautiful lives
where there is love
we act spontaeneously
we act like idiots
foolish lovers
only looking forward to what tommorow will bring
the unexpected
the new light of new memories
the shimmer of wings
that were once forgotten
we'd play within the shadows
safe and warm
it would be me and you
underneath the brightness of the moon
the first moon in december
you'll see
itll all be clear
like the night sky
under which we'd hold each other
we'd hold each other
time would freeze
with the frostbitten roses
in silent harmony
we'd be at peace
serenity
the storm would be over
the hatred gone
the war over
there would be no more hurt
a pulse interupts the silence
the silence
where not even a smplistic breath could be heard
a systematic rythym begins
diabolical masquerade

Why am I alone,
Alone,
Standing here,
Waiting for the cold,
The cold that has comforted me,
The cold that has shown me strength,
Inner passion,
Healing,
The sadness that manifested into something much more,
The cold,
Only cold that there lies in silence,
Silence in which madness is screaming,
Screaming in rage and torment,
A chained beast,
Patiently waiting,
Waiting for the war to begin,
Waiting for the stroll,
Through the battlefield,
Graveyard,
To take the moment,
The one simplistic moment,
To sit atop the mausoleum,
Right on the edge,
Looking at the celebration,
The melancholy,
Silence,
Winter once more,
Bleak solitude,
Isolation,
A beautiful cyan

I reside once more beneath the waterfall. The one where obsidian rock decorates the ground beneath me. They sparkle with a shimmer of some inconspicuous hope that one day will manifest into something more than a mere concept. It hasn't been the first time that I have resided beneath the waterfall. A long while ago it proved to be my favorite alone spot. But times since then have changed. They have changed in numerous ways that leaves this world I reside in to be damp and unforgiving. To where the place I have called home these few night seems strange , like a morbid faerie tale. From the present, but not the past, the tomorrow but not the today. Something strange and different, new and unseen. My curiosity is sparked by all of this phenomena, it entices me, seduces me in such ways I have not known. I had an old friend visit me, he has disappeared for a short while, but now has apparently returned. It is comforting to see him again, although he has little to say. He hasn't revealed his name to me, for now he is known as Muse. His scales and mane are comforting to the touch. He's wet from the cold water that's splashing into the cavern. In this cavern we've met before, it was a brief meeting, since there were things to be done in the Necromancer's Study. His yellow eyes met with mine, there is connection, he is here once more.