Forsaken is what I am,
For all time I drift,
In an endless void of dark, black, hate,
Just as I start to give in,
I see a light,
Distant at first,
Then closer,
And closer it comes,
Blinding me with all its majesty,
I start to reach out,
Then I see what the light really is,
It is not light at all but the flame of death,
I turn to run,
I run and run,
But to no avail,
My fear no longer gripping my heart I turn to face the roaring flames,
Then I hear a voice,
At first its a whisper,
It starts to grow louder and louder,
The voice screams at me "Why have you stopped running? Why have you turned to face me?"
Anger welling up inside me,
I yell back with all the fury in my being,
I say "I face you because I have no fear! Fear is death! You are death! I do not fear you!"
The voice begins to laugh slowly at first,
Then louder and harder,
Until if final answers "Your fear is not gone only subsided. And it is not me you fear, it is yourself you fear."
"You fear all that you are, all that you will become. You fear death because you don't want to be forgotten."
I cry out with all my strength,
The realization striking me with all the strength of a speeding train,
As I think the flames lick at me,
Waiting to engulf me,
Then I notice myself,
I am the flames,
The voice is my voice,
I am death,
I have nothing to fear but fear itself,
When my perception absorbs all of my new self,
The darkness fades and I am alone,
Alone in my own bed in my own room,
A sigh escapes from my lips,
It was all a dream,
I am not forsaken,
Then all at once I see myself and again I am flames burning in an endless void that is myself.
