All my life, I have been child of the flame. I swept my gaze across my demons and they trembled, I trailed my fingers around their thoughts and they fled. Only in my dreams did I truly get to experience the intoxicating fear that left me hopeless and breathless all at once. One night, in the depths of my slumbering mind, I found myself racing across a still and barren wasteland. Beyond my shrouded gaze tiny fractures in the skies cried in silence for another world lost. Scattered across the sands rows of shattered stars reached for the heavens, longing for the touch of darkness embracing them once again. My feet pounded across the horizon but not once did I flinch when the mourning stars pierced my flesh, leaving behind a trail of forgotten blood. The wind began to dance to the beat of my pounding heart and from underneath my red footprints sprang convulsing hands, unable to contain their desperate hunger for my visions of the past. They reached for the illusion of freedom, soul mirroring the selfishness they saw within me, but all they could promise her was a life of grey so she fled, leaving behind only rusted chains. There was no sound, only the thunder racing underneath my feet and the lightning casting shadows that cared not of our boundaries between sky and earth, heaven and hell, imagination and reality. In the end they were all in the same. Through the raging storm I left behind and the cold emptiness before me longing for the sweet taste of disaster, I could only wonder at the beautiful beast I must have been running from.
-Forever, Raine