We crawl through the night, clinging to our own irrationalizations. You shiver as the Wind of Pain floats by on her dutiful path. I love the regard she leaves smeared across your features. You look every bit the madman and it excites me to no end. Closing your eyes you savor her every scent; the blood she brings, the screams she steals, the fear that is her essence. Your nostrils flare in anticipatory acceptance. So enraptured are we that we do not think to follow her. But there- she is gone! Where are the children’s cries now? Evaporated. Your slimy grin fades away, and your attention is returned to me. Your teeth are bared, your anger apparent, but, Prince of Dragons, shall we not trace the scent of that which we have lost? I hunger for our adventure! Guide me through the channels of this endless night; you alone know the righteous path while I scour, afraid, in the corner of Darkness. Release my hopes, release the dreams, replace them with the promise of death.
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