As I close my eyes...
I see wet green grasses one rainy gloomy August afternoon
Crystalline pavements lined with the tears of a sad and lonely sky.
Ghosts of great men locked in stone, unknown yet remembered,
adored by candles and sweet smelling flowers,
of nickels and dimes, papers and wishes.
A spell of wind, brushing the chilly dark bubble from which nothing but sadness contained.
And yet, satisfaction and contentment seeps through what narrow hole it may come.
Broken and Conquered.
The quiet Peace still triumphs.
As I close my eyes...
Faint and melancholic.
The songs of the past whispered through the walls which serves as its prison.
Yet... it did sound as it was when last heard of.
No, the darkness wont take that away.
