IDwellInTheDark

Do sunflowers weep for cold children When all they see is snow Does laughter reach their brethren The thing that they forgo Would fire burn with pity For all the shivering forms And smoke in its acridity Bring safety from the thorns Who can see the faces Trapped underneath the ice Where are all the traces Of those who paid the price How have we forgotten them Those we would condemn

Deep shadows curled around the figure's feet, soft and even gentle in their caress. Robes of the purest white clad a seemingly formless body and kept the darkness from swallowing the figure, the bright white contrasting with milky skin. There was a silver torc around its neck with two trees on either end of the opening, each tree with small emeralds embedded in it. The figure looked into the darkness beyond with stormy grey-green eyes that were filled with a soul crushingly suffocating sadness -not the kind of sadness you might feel when you learn that someone close to you has died, but the kind of sadness that comes with knowing the fact yea