Post by Master of the Shadows Reborn on Sept 27, 2005 18:32:09 GMT -5
Hearing the demons in my head, Instinct drives to seek the dead. Fire and Ice, I feel the heat, and cold. But that is all. No love is to be mine. Naught is my heart, trapped in the ever-last of time. I cower and hide like a child, trying to stay away from the shadows. But as I grow older, I grow bolder. I lash out from my place of solitude, striking mine enemies, making them wary of me. Serenity, the word creeps into my ears, but there is no serenity for me. Not till from these beasts of I am free.
