purgatori

Abonarius looked above him at a darkening sky, the black clouds foreshadowing the sense of danger in the air. The man stood still, keeping his mind clear but his eyes fixed on the fading sun. The clouds seemed so different than those he had seen before, their very appearance seemed opaque yet solid in a sense he could not explain. A gust of wind blew about him, the strong scent of smoke and metal reached his nostrils causing his gaze to drift to the earth once more. It was odd, too odd. He bent low and placed a hand upon the ground, it shook slightly as if some distance away a large hammer was beating upon the surface. "What sort of being cr

Learn to be lonely Hearts broken Dreams left unfulfilled Always searching Wandering Learn to be lonely Never a place of solitude Comforted by a shadow Of your soul