Gift

20-09-2006

"Is this how it feels?
To be cast out of paradise... to be abandoned to a darkness of your own making? To weak even to stand, he shudders in the dim light of the aleys, the weight of world's upon your shoulders. And then the voices come. Thousands of voices echoing through his head. Full of desperation. Fear. Hatred. From every corner of the city, they scream at him. So many that they threaten to drown him. The keeper's words came back to haunt him: "You will know th Soul of your world better now(...) I doubt it is a gift you will be glad of."

The pain of the city is alive. And is calling out to him."

Spawn