• To All The Brocken,

    As I crawled towards the formidable road, that led no where unfamiliar, I tried to hide in the darkness of night, with my agony slowly spreading it's blood red claws along the snow stained ground around me.
    Everywhere I looked I saw shadowy angels of the fallen, watching me with resentful eyes.
    As I moved forward, I saw nothing more than their out streched arms.
    Each gental offering help, guidence while asking for the same in return.
    Each part of their graceful figures were posed elegently before me.
    Each face plastered with an emotion so different from the last, that you could hardly see the similarity that I saw so clearly.
    Even though the experesions range far from expected I can still feel every drop of enfeeble hope climbing in and out of their glares.
    Something in their careful gestures kept me moving.
    Maybe I was overwhelmed by the fimilarness of it all...
    Or maybe I was scared that that the end would come in the form of the most hostile memory in my mind,
    as always...

    -your's for now, untill then,
    Reinee.