And thus, the ambience of the snow before me;

Though fulfilled with the warmth of mine own embrace,

The aura, the perception of the arrow of death a-chilled.

From of which, pierces through the delicate layers of my pitiful armour;

Pushing further through past the defense of the body,

Advancing, thrusting, attacking my muscles and veins alike.

Cracking the bones, snapping the nerves that hold my soul,

Completely reaching thorough to my soul at last.

Yet, only stroking it, reminding me of mine own existence;

Tantalizing my ego, I am immortal.

My mind is a maze,

Running I find no end.

My maze is a forest,

Haunting are the shadows.

My forest is eternal my cage,

Concealing insanity forever.

My cage is my storm,

Sailing forth an answer.

My storm is an awakening,

Thinking, aspiring, dreaming.

My awakening is before me,

Lovely, intelligent, and beautiful.


(Part Two)

Yet, this awakening is only a dream.

Falling short into a frenziful storm;

sailing only about my cage.

Forever insane, haunted by shadows of this forest.

Finding proven of no answer;

Unsolven this maze

Running away from myself, ‘til I reach my end.