Winds are wailing, clouds are sailing On a black and roaring sea Where pain and crying, death and dying Are the only certianty Life is fading, shadows shading Every flame now fades away But day will spring, and with it bring The silver blade of dawn's first ray

The Lost Ones

They call us the Lost Ones. But we're not lost, really. As a matter of fact, we may be the only beings in this whole world that know where we are. The only ones who know what we are. Who we are. They call us lost. We kept the name, because it means something different … Continue reading The Lost Ones