In dedication to Whomper of the Æsir Guild....

When you've poured so much into something,
Maybe even a piece of your heart,
Someone could tell you his doubts,
And tell you a lot.

Words of truth that pierce your heart
Like they did mine..

You may have gained some,
Maybe lost some.
But you did in fact share memories.

It.. it was home.
His words of shame poured like rain
Into my hands and trickled down to my palms.
My tears also dripped and dropped,
Joining my weight of shame and sorrow that existed.

Those fearful words, made me shake.
It made me realize how much I'd really lose.
How much I had.
The values of my connections to it;
Hate and Love on the same page.

I had decided my fate was to die with it.

He proved to me that there were no endings--no beginnings
Just an existence.

Because Our Lady had not been there,
There really was no longer a pillar.
We are the ghosts-spirits..
The haunting members of the understanding.

We no longer need reason to linger in the existing world.

I am not ready to leave.
Not until the very end.
For the people I love, hold and cherish.

In my memories always