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A journey into darkness


This story is already ending. Dreams have come and gone. Worlds have been built and destroyed. There is always war. Always death and destruction. Always evil finding roots to grow and fester.

In the last light of this day I can clearly see your shadow fading. My loved one, I am losing you. Please fight, try to stay. I will not hold on to life when you are gone for you are my strength. Is there no force to help us keep on going? Is there no hope?
I fear there is not. A veil of darkness is falling over this land not to be lifted again, for a dark sort of magic has descended, slowly suffocating all life. No birdsong is heard anymore, nor the buzzing of bees, the fluttering of butterflies. There is a stillness now, piercing my heart and filling my soul with a deepening sorrow. 
I understand why you are weakening. I truly understand, but I can't bear to witness you depart so meekly. You are strong. Don't you remember? Why won't you remember? What doubts have been planted in your mind? What strong curse binds your will? 
Fear is taking hold of me, but I know I must leave you into the care of others. There is a pure magic that may cure you, but it is far from here, a week's journey at least. Against all odds, despite all conviction of hopelessness, I will go on this journey and try to save you. Hold on. Don't leave me while I am gone. 




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If dreams could be real
You'd live
We'd walk in the park, smiling
But spring's here again
And you're not

How far would you go

how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way through the swamp of sadness
where despair seeps into your veins
leaving your limbs as heavy as stone
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way over the mountains of dread
where the fear claws at your feet
and the paths are as treacherous as thieves
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way through the valley of pain
where the roads are as sharp as razors
and the rivers run with blood
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
All the way to the ends of the earth
where the emptiness is as vast
as the hole in my heart
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you go