In the shriek of the night,
I found you.
Scarred and alone,
heaped in the corner,
left to your own devices.

Fend for yourself,
in the darkness of your solitude.

Can you see the footsteps that precede time,
tick-tocking
like grandfather's rocker
in the endless shadow that is your daydream?

Do you hear that ancient language,
that was burried in the ashes?

*I found it in the shriek of the night.
Flickering flame that dances in my skull.