As lone thoughts
Wander across the vast
And empty plains of imagination.
Silent emotions clutter around for warmth,
And as hatred looms ever closer
It casts its icy fingers about the land,
Corrupting all in its path
Pursueing the destruction
Of everything with
The single-mindedness of a mountain.
And somwhere in this rugged terrain;
Upon a hill, beneath a tree
A single figured lurked.
Huddled close to a small flame,
Sanity breathed its last breath.
