I am the child of darkest night, one who runs with fear. My mind speaks thoughts unto my ears which no mortal shall ever hear. Although I act, and play by day- at night is where my heart will stay. Among the dead, the past and gone. I may be here, but I won't for long. Their voices beckon, as their bodies decay. Souls long departed haunt me day by day. I reach to them, and they to me, but this world is but a boundary. If I could pass without inevitable death I would- to be with those long gone. They are the forefathers of my soul, with them my heart belongs. As they depart, so does wisdom. Wisdom I might need. The dead, the gone, the souls so far, are those who used to lead. To be with them, and them with me, is a subtle, silly dream. But one I keep for that I know, someday I shall impart their wisdom, on the youth like me.
