saroradepp

There I was, happy with life. No soul did I fancy, no regrets to be had. Content a fixture upon my heart which no man seemed to move. How ignorant I was to believe such bliss would remain. In the dead and frozen night, such ignorance proved costly. A cloaked figure, moving ever so swiftly, Entered my thoughts and left with me, death. A bomb as such, an explosive scene. An image to plague my dreams forever more. Such force did stir the remains of what I believed to be long dead, And from such power, an apocalypse arose, Pain and heartache searing through my head and heart. How can this be? Something so long ago forgotten, brought