• T'was the night before my resurrection,
    The cool breezes brushes your neck,
    Shivers!
    Gasp at this uncomfortable touch.

    Branches shake as I walk slowly past them,
    Crows form pods around me,
    Vultures fly from miles away to inspect my body,
    The wind howls "unforgiven" in my ears.

    Upon my shoulders rest a hand,
    My grieving eyes look upon this shadow,
    Black darkness,
    Nothing but a figure.

    Speak!
    Give me the answers I seek!
    Speechless?
    Nonsense,
    Give me the answers to which my life depends on!

    No words?
    Fine,
    I shall continue this journey alone,
    Trudging through this barren wasteland,
    Only to find my death waiting for me.