Kyrital

And I fly away far across the sea, closing my eyes trying to escape your silent plea. Death was in him dealing. I knew all to well the panicked noise of silence, the burning pits of hell. And I fly away far across the sea, looking for the star that I held dear to me. The anguish of loss, the warm joy of sun. A cold cloak flowing, for the night had just begun. And I fly away far across the sea, killing the memories of the world and me. Burning the stake where I once was, laying there despite the cave of cause. And then I go into the mist, gone forever in sweet bliss.