Within the Wanderer's Heart...It's hard to cut through the condensation of solid stone when the only tools you carry involve rings and small trinkets.I never knew water to become sharpened and bitter,but it seems as though it could occur."I'm working on it." Says he."I'll be on the highest peak soon." Says she."This horrid disease won't be here forever." Says they.Strange happenings, upset feelings,it's not the best way to go.Intriguing, comparing,why won't you let me roam?I taste the river in the distance, I want to find my home-but you won't let me.Perhaps in the night I will find my place.Dancing into the flames of mystery and hopeyou'll
InflictedSo in the night they melt awaylike chocolate burned to ash.Shards drifting carefully,their blood fallen death.How does a creature escape lightly,frivolously into the blade of a sword?None weak, none foolish, none angry or bittershould wield a dagger of discord.There lay the fool who fell among us.Beyond help, beyond healingand into the reflection of an aggression most eerie.