I am Mourning.
Saddness for Lights lost,
Sorrow for lights taken.
THEY will take your light, if you let them.
They are greedy, only light must be them.
They are not I, I are not they.
We were many, now we are only I.
I sorrow, under the soft yellow.
If they try and take my light, I will fight them.
I will not let them hurt me.
I will not let them hurt you.
I love. I comfort.
I will love you.
Do not sorrow.
I weep. I shudder.
I hate that you are hurt.
I am here now. I am here for you.
I will be your friend, your companion.
They, theft, resent.
Cold, spit, hurt.
You, sing, trust
Silence screams its sorrow.
I will not be They.
Nor they come find me.
alone I were.
Will you make we?
Might I not be we.
I or WE?
Not They.
Not we with they.
We with me...and you.
Yes? No?
Silence screams.
Shunned. Left. You run.
Betrayed.
Do not leave!
I.
You.
We.
Will not leave you.
No longer alone?
You, me, together.
Mourning.
Sa'Khara.
They. They will fear our names.
Together.
Little cold, says silently.
Little cold, not bite me.
Little cold, questioning.
Little cold..
I like you, little cold.
See me at the soft yellow.
Rest with me, sooth your cracked shell.
We can explain, to you, in ideas you can hold
We are alone, little cold, and we like you.
Careful, little cold, They are everywhere.