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.
