Something stirring...
Listen, Listen.
Listen to what lies within...
Come now,
Step closer a little...
Let me take a good look at you,
Now, just breathe...
Look into my eyes now,
Let your heart still...
Just drift away,
Allow me to see...
And now my dear,
Truly you are lost...
Ah but please mon Cheri,
Allow me,
Allow us...
To introduce ourselves.
We are the still silence...
Crackling in the corners of your mind,
The pale figures that haunt your...
Afterthoughts, afterimages...
Through your dreams we follow,
The thinnest of webs that twine through your subconscious...
We who pierce our hooks through dreamcatchers,
Stealing the beads there...
Snatching souls.
For we glide...
We float.
We drive insanity with chains,
With whips...
And ever so soon,
It is you who seek us...
Oh at first it is tentative, yes,
The steps we make,
Into your realms...
Into your mind.
But we are there in the darkness,
Where your whispers fade into silence.
Yes...
We are the impulsion in your demise.
Your poison,
Your madness...
We the sweet bitter end,
Your voice of fate...
We who sleep where the worms creep...
Where a glimmer of light sparks for eternity,
We thread our way...
Through your heart, head, soul,
We will not rescue you,
From your prisons...
Oh no.
We cannot hide you from the horrors,
But we will be the embrace that holds you together...
When you are shattering.
The silent word in the midst of your chaos...
The claws that brush your shoulder,
And hold you back from the abyss...
Whisper that you will always run...
Always fly away,
My dear...
You cannot always disappear,
But perhaps...
Just this once,
We can show you a way out...
And hear now,
To the oldest of rhymes...
Pack your things,
Leave somehow...
Blackbirds song,
Is over now...
Rivers dry,
Pastors bed....
Dead dead dead.
So go child's,
Bide your time,
Then seize the chance...
Leave,
Start again...
Don't fear,
For we stand beside you...
When none else shall,
Trust us...
For who else sees you as we do?
Do not fear...
For blackbirds song,
Is over now...
Travel the coastal road,
Past the many seas...
Through lands of wildflower and gnarled tree,
To a land colder and far away...
Nestle within the candlelight glow of her stormy shores...
Grey churning sky,
Wind that touches your skin with an icy embrace,
Of trees where ghosts whisper...
Where wolves fashioned from rain,
Dart and wind through the aged forests...
Sounds that creak beneath the rich earth,
Her waves that roar and unfurl ...
The land that lies within all your hidden memories,
Behind the pages of the story...
Way back way.
To there you shall fly...
There you shall be safe,
There your island awaits...
Perchance.
Walk our way,
Keep your minds eye on that distant glow...
And one day soon,
You will step away from their suffocation
Unlatch their chains...
And fly,
Nothing but distant, fading memories behind you.
So seek...
And know that we are here,
Settle still...
Bequeath your souls to us.
And you will be free.
