All that can be seen through the grey light that carries the rasps and whispers of untold secrets; a forest of darkness, and far off planes... Pathways, passages, all explored. All futile. All comes to this. Alone. Time no longer marked, life no longer wanted. But here I wait. The touch of crumbling stone, the stench of decayed life. No need for human utterances. The shuffle of age mirrored by a rememberance and a total loss. But still the here and now and a perverse pleasure. Inpenetrable; the forest below, over whose crowns I sit. A forest to watch over and tend. The cool wind against my face as dark eyes behold their duty. And their eyes look back. A cloud of darkness rises and descends in shrill cries, the boughs creak and strain with their sorrow and hatres. The canopy spreads its shade and my kingdom grows.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
