Why

I reach out, alone I cry
Cold, frightened, confused;
I know not what bothers me,
Memories lurking in a distant past;
Frightening, forbidding,
Relentless in thier pursuit of my soul,

A hand comes towards me,
Shadowed by evil,
Fear abounds I know not why
I shake
I say goodbye.

Autor: Lynda Valkyrie