I never knew what it was like to have feet that touched the ground.
You made me feel so high, right up next to the Sun in the clear sky, I felt your heart was so warm, no matter how hard the Sun tried to radiate, it was never enough.
The winter came, froze the fire inside and took you. I fell from the sky, it seemed I was falling in slow motion, the arrow of time would keep me hanging there for a while, the last thread of time, the main ingredient of eternity.
Lighting and rain painted my emotions and for the first time I met fear, dark and overwhelming, my feet touched the ground and I ran for my life.
My realisation that the magic died that winter’s night ripped any hope I had left, cut my soul and the bloody tracks were washed away by the rain.
As a reminder, the thunder would roar caution throughout the world, the flashes flicker throughout my retina and in moments of fierce storms I am reminded of the dark horse, the winter knight that clipped my wings.
Right after the calm, the calamity was relentless, the judgement day of a broken heart, in my time of tempestuous and engulfing darkness.
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