so there i was a cool wind breeze still here little to no end no hate inside me the rustling leaves disturbed by a deer how tranquil this canvas of joyful glee i cannot express in words my shocked heart as a stabbing wound i begin to bleed differing no more to them tell apart so brethren fallen shed their empty creed a still image of a bound soulless husk from afar only bones tell my story as the dawn wanes into the creeping dusk so does the golden age of my sound glory there is no more reason for me to stay the winter shall come as the dawn calls day