On a cold night
wind swept through
and tickled your nose

how sad I was to learn of
the facts you told me that night.

As morning krept in
and you, you were gone
from my eyes. What had happend
did. And I waited for the next
cold swept night to come.

Many days turned into months
and months onto years, still I
waited for you and your promice
to bestill me. Years onto decades
and decades to lifetimes I feel I'll
never get my wish back.

A fiend of sorts attacked me today
and stole my soul, and as I awolke in
a fire'n brimstone I seen a glimmer of
you there. You stared at me for a momment
and flapped your strong wings, filling my
voided body with your icy cold'n wind
and you flew away in grace leaving a firey trail
past the heavons. Alone again.
fin.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Severin, in the year 124 MA.