I felt the great stone face move
Hot wind gripped my face and legs and arms
--My teeth gritted darkly.
The Crusher Comes For My Legs Tonight.
Stone Fist is a hard match for Smashing Steel.
--Dare Fall asleep with these Demons.
In all darkest soft earth
Fear\'s Strongest Cord wraps tightly the Rock.
--If life leaves unconscious, Stone is Forever Still.
This the Creator Promises.
So We do not sleep, or dream this night.
The Eldest older than trees, still they fear Man.
Paranoia drives out Hope in such ways.
Stone Jagged Eyes, they wait.
When the Blue Light Washes over the surface again,
It feels like a Million Warm Mornings
Unfettered and free from the dry spasms of lonely fear.
We fled this Bitter Vale.
--Acre, Kran
