No bird in the trees dare sing their melodies
Twigs and leafs crunch under my feet
I can’t name the emotion that is threatening to take over me
It’s quiet here in this place, yet at the same time so loud
Is this what they call the “calm before the storm?”
Is this what it feels like?
I don’t know…
I don’t want to know…

I’m not alone here, there is one other
She looks like me, but she is different
Staying by the cliff that oddly enough always has a full moon above; raging waters below
I see her sometimes when I am here
She stares up at the moon,
As if in a trance, as if looking for something

Once I even looked her in the eyes…
Oh, those eyes…
They burned with a fire from a long held grudge,
Pain and suffering clearly written there
Behind the flesh eating flames, there was darkness…
Cold and damp…
I fear those eyes…