The sun kissed my face as I wondered out into the meadow.
Butterflies flying freely in the air without a care in the world.
Birds danced and sang as I sat down on the lush green grass.

But that is just a memory now.

All I see is darkness and a willingness to give up.
Ash has crumbled my dreams.
Soot lies where I once sat.
Nothing is alive.
I am merely an imprint of what used to be.
Walking, a lost soul, tragically mistaken.
The fires burn before my eyes.
The sky has darkened, turned black by the immortality of slaves.
It starts to fade.
Everything is disappearing before my eyes.
I fade too, slowly until there is nothing left.