Disclaimer: Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman, and TSR (yes, I know it's really Wizards of the Coast, but I don't like them, so.) own my Raist still. :::sighs:::

A/N: I was in a rather angsty mood when I wrote this, obviously. I never intended to have anyone else read it, but looking back, it isn't half bad, so, why not?

Alone

out in the blackness

Alone

crouched in the shadows, blackness of the heart

Alone

feelings, waiting in the corners

Alone

ready to drag the unwary into the dark depths of despair-his soul

Alone

he gives in to his feelings, his dark thoughts

Alone

no one to listen

Alone

no one to hold him tight

Alone

no one to understand

Alone

only his brother-simple, unconscious of the shadows

Alone

no one to relate to him

Alone

only those to make him feel strange, different, unwanted, wrong somehow

Alone

how does one change what one feels?

Alone

he fulfils their unspoken worst fears about him

Alone

they condemn him

Alone

they turn from him

Alone

they reject him

Alone

he bleeds

Alone

he finds solace in the night sky, the dark moon-a secret shared by few

Alone

and of those, he is still

Alone