Twenty miles away

To the king of men, to when he deserves his throne back

Fear... twenty miles is not a huge distance, easily affordable on a walking day, but fear... senses become anaesthetized, daylight becomes darkness. No place to hide, no friendly hand to hold.

Eaten by the world... for a thousand days fighting to survive, losing weight to float in the polluted air, filling the lungs in the water. The night came down to cover the fields and stayed with me.

Recently, I killed a lion. Dying of starvation I was, although strong enough to face the past. His blood, blue as my dreams, flowed into the heavy stream, down to the ground. And the icicle became useless.

From the distance, there is harmony. No, that's not harmony, but flicking monotony. Lonely in the midst of the crowd, awoken by her kiss, and soon forgotten again. Just to be reborn as the misty magician of the seas.