The dust
Slowly settling in the sunbeam...

An angel went walking one day
Listening to the song of the wind...

The breaking bones
The tearing flesh...

Tell me why
The soul shouts with joy...

A gentle whisper in the night
Passing through the cold bite...

Here I stand
On the hill...

The flash of the blade
The feel of the edge...

Silent tears falling
The choking throat...

The shock
The pain...

The glimmering of the light
On the myriad of crystals...

There is this thing in life
That touches everyone...

Where to start?
Where to start indeed...