He waits within your mind, walking the waters of your consciousness.

He waits in that deep grey void, cloaked by a dark obscurity.

He waits for you to see him, to know him, to greet him.

And when you do, he takes you down a path.

Will you brave this road and come out his harbinger?

Or will you succumb to the storm behind him, huddling in fear from the fog?

Will you seek to see this man?

Or will...

It were the summers of ‘91 through ‘05,

When before I’d felt but silence of lonesome.

And then she came along and it felt so alive,

For every year then I’d feel her cure my boredom.

The year was ‘91, and too was the air.

We’d share your pool and swim as a pair.

We made boats of paper to sail to the dark lair,

But I only grumbled as the paper began to tear.

You laughed so loud, and I couldn’...