If I ever were to lose you, I would surely lose myself.

All my dreams pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Someday I'll be important
Someday I'll be special
Someday I'll matter to you
but not today

Authors of our fates
Orchestrate our fall from grace
Poorest players on the stage
Our defiance drives us straight to the edge
A reflection in the glass
Recollections of our past
Swift as darkness, cold as ash
Far beyond this dream of paradise lost

Life and death...Love and hate...They are all the same.

Ayrlyn floats alone in the endless dark void of the Lake that time forgot. Her arms crossed across her chest as she slumbers. A faint light emanates from an unknown source. She hovers above a small plateau of stairs. Two stone pillars worn with age and the ravages of time flank the sides. Upon this small ruined structure she sleeps. A faint hum lulls her in this place lost beyond hope. To be forgotten is a fate worse then death the spirits whisper quietly. The words echo for eternity for this place is lost within the flows of time. A crumbled stone plate with worn writing lies on the stairs. The vines hold it together like a shattered dream that they wouldn't let go.

Once you stood against the world

You were loved once.

You were important once. 

You were needed once. 

But no longer

no longer

no longer . . . . . .

May you find your place amongst the stars

Death comes old soldier and all their hope dies with you.