Harvest of the Heart
By ShadowDancer
The night draws near, wrapping it's blanket of darkness around you. The wind blows cold. Caressing you gently with her icy fingers. You remember a time when even the coldest of nights was hotter than the surface of the sun. You search for something you have lost. What was it that used to keep you warm? You call to it, but it does not come. You need it, You desire it. But it seems that it is forever lost among the ruins. What has happened? You want to fill the emptiness that has leaked into your chest, with warmth and happiness. But the only thing that comes to you to fill the aching void, is the icy, cold, dark night. Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 09:56 PM PST 0 • 8
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"The night draws near,..."