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The light of Dawn is always just out of reach...the dogs of darkness snap at it's heels and i find myself lost in the cold blanket of night. The dark fingers of doubt tickle the glass that cut my feet as i flee and the mad laughter of torment screams in my ear.
I fall and cower beside the fallen oak that was once so full of hope as denial runs from shadowed tree to shaded glade. I hear singing,sweet clear singing, and i approach the figure sitting by the cold waters edge. I place my hand upon the singer's shoulder and betrayal turns to smile dark eyed at me.
Repulsed i back away and into the cold waters. I turn to see the ferryman, skeletal hand open for my fare. I place a Golden coin in his grp and close my eyes as i step aboard his boat. I open my eyes to the sound of moans from the souls of passed regrets and am surrounded by the tombs of hopes desire that came to nothing. I set my pace at a run as the wolves of anxiety give chase. But i give in to these wolves for despair, it seems, is my only friend....