Dark Eyes

Lightning strikes as thunder crashes yet the storm shows no ending. Just like the storm in Falkeners...my...mind.

Look into his eyes, his dark shadowed eyes, you can see a soul lost, never to be recovered. Everything he has wanted, everything he has lust for, everything he has dreamed of, everything, it all turns to dust...all of it. Yet he sits wondering in the storm of his mind, would the end just come? Will he have to make it come?

NO! That is weakness! And that is one thing a dragon is not, WEAK. So let those that hate him, hate him, and let those that are in awe of him, be in awe. Maybe those that are in hate...maybe they have had their wings clipped while he attempts to soar higher and faster. One cannot let themselves be grounded over pathetic opinions.

Pen, 6 hours.