I drift in a world that finds balance in small places.
Places that weep for the deaths of it's children, and cry out at in joy and in sorrow.
Sorrow feeds the soul with each passing day, giving test to see whether it will stand or bow down.
To fall is easy, to hate is easy, to love without risk is easy. To fly is hard, to trust even harder, and to love with chance of being hurt the hardest.
ut for me in days to come.
Blessed Be Draven Knight, last of the Dreamwalkers

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 243 AF.