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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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Forest rises high, dream mist caught in branches of memory. Sun beams shower through leaves, enlightening hopes in spotlights of promise. These lights show paths to the end, the reason. Spirits of thoughts pass between twisted old trees who grasp at them with barren branches as night falls across this land. Shadows creep across the land, knee deep in the despair of the loss of the light. The wanderer moves steady down paths illuminated by the glaring moon. It sees into the soul of he who walks. It looks and laughs, laughs at the lie.
He crosses from forest to mountain. Tall spires of hard stone cry out from their solidity. Prisoners, locked into their own creation. Only moving when moved. Wanting to swallow up the forest valley for all it movement. The wanderer enters this land and the mountains hate. They hate him for his walking. The dreams stopped in the valley, they don’t drift this high. For this is the land where dreams go to die. Turning to stone, hard reality. Hope looks at this place and is afraid. For these tall mountains are their tombstones. They wish only to shift, move, fall and break on the hearts of the hopeful and shatter them like glass.
One dream is carried into this realm with the wanderer. He watches over it, feeds it. Catches glimpses of sunlight and collects it into the tiny sack at his side where his dream rides. The cold stone knows the heat of dreams from long memory unfaded by time. The cast icy glares down from tall peaks rousing themselves to action. Trying to toss themselves down, sacrificing themselves to crush this interloper. Their loss, making bitter landslides and hateful avalanches. Rumblings from places only hateful in their countenance. Arrogance united with hatred brings forth only malevolent destruction.
Step after step the wanderer moves through paths not walked by many. Walking and walking, this trek being his only found purpose. To reach the goal with the dream intact. These mountains threaten his journey, but hope guides his steps along the passes through these places. Time will tell if his steps reach the other side.
