alone

I can hear
The trees singing
Like the birds
Above the blue sky.

I close my eyes
For just a second,
Now I am standing
A top of a mountain.

Below I see
Chunks of rocks
Drifting.
Water rushing
Into the dream
Of sleeping hallow.

A soundless dream
Breeze follows.
One window opens
And another one follows.
I see a bright light
Over the mountaintop.

Seeping coldness air
As I breathe.
Straddling
Through the circle
Of no tomorrow.

The darkness
Pulls me over
And my broken dream
Disappears.

Comments

Pritrostell

Commented Feb 17, 2010, 9:19:26 PM

Once again you've enthralled me with this story, and I have faith you will take it far.

But, alas, I am forced to point out the teensy mistake I found.

There was once another race, an race of intellect...

Nothing major, just stood out. If we keep this up, we'll be editing each others stories for some time :P

nevertheless, keep it up :)

Malicepoint

Commented Feb 17, 2010, 10:50:52 PM

Just as Pritrostell you have enthralled me just a like but why must you continue this story for the sake of us. You must understand that we love the story by but god what could possibly happen next?

kt6550

Commented Feb 18, 2010, 1:36:49 AM

I could think of two or three directions I could go in.

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