The chilling wind sends shivers down my spine
It cuts through my skin like knives
The moonlight outlines the figures like a grotesque monolith against the surrounding darkness
So many, nameless, grey dull stones lay in this garden of death
All these trapped souls lie in this garden of death…
I can almost feel their breath creeping on my skin
I reach the ones I came to feast my eyes upon
My family name etched upon the carved stone
I turn to my father's tomb
Are you proud of me? I ask
Do you like what's become of me?
I sit there in wait, in the darkness
Waiting for the answer that will never come
Waiting…for what seems like an eternity…
…Until I finally get on my feet and make my way out
I stride on…
…Like a knight riding off, on the wings of darkness…