Midst waves of mute dejection...crawl upon malicious spines of dull fury...rage

burning in silence sought by my own wretched heart...born from the ruinous passage

of time...the truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of

abandoned faith...You are the night...come forth in endless rapture...you are the

night...to sheild thy fallen crest...entangled in the scented tresses of their

desireable women...soft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than

fleeting ghosts...apparitions faded by time and dust...stirring in dark fields of

rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly

portrayed...one must seize each memory with careful hands kept hidden...and like

rare, exotic flowers beheld by none...clutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart

and remember each one...for this pain shall soon pass...the soulblight's slow

destruction of what is most precious...of what we hold closest to our impassioned

souls...like the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreams...you are the night...a

tapestry of light...a nihility of shifting emotions...coalesce into patterned,

empty tears...you depart (from me) and I feel nothing.