Breathing quietely.. almost a whisper,
The words dwelling in the gloom like the darkest symphony..
Where are you, as I recall myself whispering in the wind..
Where are you? My beautifull child..
But as I'm wailing trough the shadowsphere,
Softly humming as I float troughout my soul..
Even the light of the sun cannot brighten up this darkness..
For I no longer dwell.. in the light.
And when I finally reach the coastal lines of the othersphere.. Where the lair is held in secret.. I gaze upon a beautifull midnight scenery..
It is almost touching my eyes as if it was a elegant material..
But as I linger within the mist that is surrounding the lair.. I find myself lost within it..
Only the voice of the child brings me closer to my goal..
And as I finally enter the lair .. I am suprised !
For it is not the child that is waiting..
It is I.