• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


I walk as a shadow imprinted on the landscape
A distant memory, opaque, yet visceral still
Still, stark, at moments but a flicker
Fading as the dark night fills
The last vestiges of light

Calling to you as you slumber
A mere whisper slowly disappearing
As smoke into the ether
Crawling in the darkness below

Abandoned to the farthest recess
Tumultuous trepidation amid glistening tears that flow
Into those places long forgotten
Subconscious citadels housing that which must not be known

And time it passes into the bright cold yonder
Amidst faint murmurings that intimate regret
As I crouch and squirm in my ethereal chamber
For, dearest one, you will hear me yet