Nightmare incarnate

 

 

I Hear your voice; I know your name

 

Oh darkness who lives in my head

 

I have felt your burning flames and tortures rending my flesh

 

Oh Hell that lives in my head

 

 

and in that pain; and in that suffering

 

Oh dark one who lives in my head

 

I would miss you

A voice like the worldly incarnation of snowfall itself;

  a graceful peal of purest soul you heard with your heart more than your ear.

"Do you understand,

what it truly means...
 To fear?"

The boy looks at her, surprised at the question,

“Doesn’t everyone?”

She shakes her head kindly,

"Fear can mean an infinite number of things to the people of your world David;

But there is one aspect that ties it all together.

It's form in a more tangible sense.

And through that,
its ability to be overcome.

Through the power of one's will and whim.

Hear this David, Child of fire,

how much does a Fear weigh?

The only thing holding it down.

That truly gives it power.
'The illusion of weight'

“Is you.”

 In this life twixt beauty and fire,  Piercing the darkness,
True soils choir;
They sing not in words or material things. 
But in the language of truths that give our souls wings ... 

Listen. ... 

Child of man. 

The quiet it brings...

Can you hear it? 

The strength. 
The will. 
The fire your heart sings?~ 

~my wings~ 

 you are the inferno,  that burns within me.  You are a snowfall of ethereal beauty.  

You are a truth beyond all we could know.  You are my song,  a love song sang slow.  look up at the sky, 

See my wings and you'll know,  The greatest part of all that's is me, Is my Fire. My Snow.  

The night

 

Have you heard the darkness sing?

 For sing the darkness does;

like a Nightingale at twilight singing to the stars above