Come walk with me when I meet the night. Illuminate my surroundings so that I may not fear disapearing forever into the icy shadows. I follow the music that is hope back to the edge of dawn, crawl under the soft covers of a new day and lay down to rest. The sun watches over me. I rise when it is over head. The music still plays. I dance, compelled to follow where it leads though other sojourners on the path all seem to be traveling the other way. You follow me anyway, rejoicing in my dance. We reach the edge of the woods. Night is falling again. I know you will light my path, that I should not be afraid. I tremble anyway. The music is so soft now, and the night so still. The spectres among the trees, I know they are there. They seem to have as much power now as when they were human beings. Yet, the path still leads through the woods and even though I don't know where it goes I know that I must follow it.
