Akallabeth

It begins with a flame,dreams of warmth,wakes up to coldness and ends in ice and ashes,foreign and unknown,its understood and cherised but soon forgotten and bare.,its worth holding onto but its worth soon dies and sips away like air through the sky.. It brings great happyness but inspires tremendous pain and sadness in its wake,it leaves a great solitude,bare and barren,nostalgic and unforgiving,its fun while it lasts,but thats the catch,it never does.. Closer than personal yet further than an enemy,wishes of angels yet the reality of devils that bare its budens,unbroken and yet broken and cold...skulls of forgotten faces and bodies of distant souls. Tears on barren ground that yeild bitter fruit,poisoned and thorned fed to darkened souls horned and unburied..nightmare of a subconcious being,WAKE UP.