And as the ancient mystics have foretold, those of us that are condemned to walk in the darkness shall never see the light again. And as our blood stained tears fall in mourning for that which we have lost we realise that this pain will haunt us forever.
Eternity, all our days, a cruel harsh prison from which there shall never be a merciful release. And on our sleeves, minds and hearts we shall wear our scars for all the world to see, living testament to the cruel hand of fate. And just as our dreams have been taken from our waking hours, so too so shall our sleep be robbed of them. Happiness for us is now but a distant memory, but in our memory is happiness, and should you see us smiling then this is not the now, it is the past for as with our dreams, happiness is no longer a gift that we can treasure.
It is with this realisation that we can have peace in that this is the path that we must tread, for it is destined, and so our journey in this world of darkness begins, walking hand in hand with the ancients and the lost.................
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