I did so much for you.

So many things.

So many wonderful, painful things.

I walked the long walks.

I traveled the ragged roads.

I climbed the icy mountains

and I went over the mighty cliffs.

Now I am left with practically nothing.

Save for my own shattered spirit.

I think what bothers me the most.

Is how gradually you took it from me.

Day by day.

Hour by hour.

Minute by minute.

You kept chipping away.

More.

and more.

and more.

Until there was so little left of me I could barely stand.

You threw me into the wilderness.

And left me to drift in the storms.

You probably thought I would die quickly.

But I am still out here. Cold, empty, waiting.

Waiting for the moment when you find yourself in this wilderness.

And it is here, in the loneliness with me,

that your final judgment

will be cast upon you.

And I will be the one

to drop the hammer.

What was will be.

What is will be no more.

And then finally, the storms will consume us both.

Forever.