I sat within a foggy haze of noise to hardly bare, a thunderous- gibbering- ushering despair.
A rustling breeze to blow away- the darkness of my thoughts- a fae born stream to carve and break the rivers of morose.
A bowstring's twang- a songbird's trill to deafen out the screams - the forest hush-echoing- to split shadows at the seams.