|Somewhere out there far away or somewhere near there was a planet something like ours or
nothing close. On majestic mountains and in fertile valleys lived a people all the same. Down
from the heights and up from the depths they all did meet to fight for the barren land between.
One did remain to see the sight, Could have us but it was She. She had the answers we would not
listen. She had the answers but did not insist. All things equal,then again not, I am now
gone So are you
The only one who fought to not fight. She floats alone on the stagnate sea of perpetual night-
long ago dry- if not for the tears of an eternal cry. Where it started or when it will end she
knows not how but to now die means those who kill are those who win…
all was level that’s why they did fight alone she remains to behold the sight. But sometimes
no reward goes to the life of good. Knowing evil as evil and good as good she now suffers for
those who did not. The greatest travesty of justice never known is now hers on her very own.
Those who were evil thought the good in she was not as she challenged the prophecy of
destruction and doctrine of profits. That she should forever suffer they would have it no other
way. She waits for the time chaos brings meaning to a day…in relative bearing she will surely
know where it is she needs to go
There is no life, there will be no relief. Absent reference she knows not how to die. Absent
life there is no meaning, absent meaning there is no hunger. There are no seasons and there is
no passage of time. There will be no ending for that not known to have ever begun.
Upon this stagnate sea of tears she once saw stars but, now only night, sensing the
overwhelming illumination of the nothing in between.. There are no neighbors, just vast and
vacant space. There is no hope and no hope for hope as she teeters on the abyss that will
neither take her nor leave her loneliness alone. She exists in a continual state of absolute
horror and…. It…. Will….never……ever……… .. . .
Hope not sensed is hope non-existent she can not know it is not far away. But those with no
hope waste not in search.
There is a key and it is us, we may not be much but we’re all she's got.
Hope in the slightest differs little from hope in the greatest as hope has no lower form other
then to not. She is life as we know it although she does not. Hope is nothing if hope is not
shared. If we can just reach her, she's all we've got