Disclaimer: I wish I owned Dusty! (Bursts into tears) Alas, I only own the nonexistent plot.

A/N: A big thanks to Bastakils for the reviews :). And to you (you know who you are) you do have a good singing voice. 'Yo' to the Clarineteer!


The night cloaks me

Like a cooling salve

To lessen the pain

Of the knife in my heart

Of the noise in my ears

Of the speed all around

Dizzying me.

In the silence I can almost hear

Whispering.

Whispering…

Of the world that is mine.

Often nightmares songs

Of blood and death and hurt

Except on dark nights.

Black nights.

When the mute and sullen flames

Call to me faintly.

Faintly…

Singing in a language

I can't quite understand.

Their faces all come back

To me.

And for a moment,

A moment…

I am home.

Then morning comes.

The sun's harsh rays striking…

Striking…

At me

As if to tear my eyes open

As if to rip away

The only thing I have.

My memories.

They are beautiful

And terrible.

Soothing as the water nymphs'

Cold fingers,

Biting as the fire elves'

Burn.

They are empty!

Empty and cold!

Treasures I will never

Hold again.

I loathe them…

And yet…

I love them.

I must forget…

Yet I must hold on

Or go spinning away

Into the darkness

Threatening to devour me.

Enough!

I must drive the pain away

Before it destroys me.

Yet I can't…

But morning has come.

I am awake.

I am alone.