I sit alone, beside a River of Darkness, pure yet dirty

As the sun sets I wander through the grove of secrets

As the sun rises in the early morn I awake from a bed of sweet pine branches

Sheltered from the roaming hands that wish to do me harm

I sit alone beside a River of Darkness, while sadness fills my soul

Tears of blood run down my cheeks, unbidden but flowing netherless

I wade into the dark cold waters and dive

The coldness envelopes me

I sit alone beside a River of Darkness

Waiting for the bright everlasting darkness mixed and surrounded by light

The place I call home.

-By Jessica Holder (aka Christine Connla)