He'd thought it was over.
Though things would return to normal.
That all the weirdness and senselessness and magic would be gone.
Even if he would miss it slightly.
But something remained.
He still sensed the old world powers and energies that seemed to hang in the air.
Just waiting.
Calling out for one who could hear them.
Waiting to be tapped and used.
He ignored them,
resisted the temptation
and didn't reach out to touch them.
Even though he knew he could.
He was sure it would be wrong.
That this part of his life was over.
There was something else though.
Something he couldn't ignore.
A lingering sadness.
It mourned and tickled the back of his mind with its grief and lonely cries.
The sound was familiar yet its meaning eluded him.
Finally in sleep, the memory broke loose.
Somewhere during his madness,
During his time of darkness,
His dragon had cried.
He hadn't heard it then
But in memory he heard it now
And heard it still when he woke.
Kisara.
She was supposed to have moved on.
He though she'd left with the other spirits
But she must have stayed.
And now she was lost in the darkness.
Crying.
Because of him.
A/N: More poetry with a promise of another update later today cause this one's kinda short. ::glomps Luin and journey:: thanks guys! the second update is specially for you ;)