Sumbling, settling lingers from within
what have I become?
The stranger from deep within
Where has it all gone
I'm lost to the city of sorrows beneath
Trembling and weakening my tears drown me so
A gem, a shard. Its before my eyes.
A linger, a story, fury of the frights
de . . .e . .aa . . . t . .. . h
" Reaching the top of the hill, the young traveler mounted with the cadence of a wild animal; yet, something more. Upon her arrival, her eyes were met with death. It surrounded her. Enveloped her. The smell of ash and flames saturated the air. Red streaks dying her face; She raised her gaze. In the distance - among the bodies - there was a silhouette of a figure holding her heart. Still beating. The sound filled her ears. As the figure began to crush it, she fell to her knees in anguish. The wind blew the ash around her, tracing her face. Looking towards the dark figure once again, she began to rise. This time, the look upon her face was not of death. But that of defiance . . . "