Oh hold behold, one darkest morning
I withhold my hand, as I yearn for a later hour.
However I feel, a chill up my spine
as a feeling of flame
breaches my ears.
All that is there, is a long harrowing scream, I break to my knees, unsure of all
until, one fell minute later, I see the tallest figure before me.
A syth in hand, a cloak along flank, and all I hear is a harrowing scream.
Yet all I feel, is pain and fear, and suddenly, my mind is clear.
Yet again, my light fades, my eyes are no longer, yet the scream is still there.
A harrowing scream. c:
