He asked his pocket, to match the feelings in his head. There is always some task, to be mentioned. An the feelings which permeate, from them fall on deaf ears. But his mind was made up.
The day came, as a great surprise to him. Light and airy. The world span on it's axis, as tree's and the rustling glow of light Played upon, rustling leaves in the wind. Which flowed down from bright skies on high. "She'll understand you" A voice played in his head. An while he always knew, where that voice came from. It was always such a comfort, to uphold.
The fell, was a long an arduous, painful winter. It Bruised each and ever limb. An when the cold had permeated, each and every bone. The world had seamed, so much bleaker to him. But the spring and summer had come so swiftly, there on. An it's light was such a joy. That the winter had left, like a mist on the wind. An a warm glow had brought itself to sight.
Night was falling and as the sun, lay down behind outstretched clouds, on the horizon. He told himself, that there would be, no need to worry. For all was set. The day had lasted a longing path, an when all was done and a moon so full with lasting impression filled the sky. He felt the hairs on his neck and arms stand, each on end. For what was to happen next, could call to the heavens and the depths of hell below.
The ground full of leaf and fire. Ripped from its shocking conclusion. It turned and spray, as the windswept, power of a great tide in the oceans call. It ferociously bent in the medium, of realities grip. An pressed each upon itself. For there, was no belonging for it to create. The ground shredded the scene. Boxed, vehicle and post of metal sprung to action. Like a coiled web of a spiders, spun, twanged, from a child's heavy grip.
The ground and terrain was not all, that was at play. Winds bent and buckled and spring had left for sure. The fire of the summer sun, rose beyond the broken world, set beneath. The breaking fields and furlong belief, as a fire ball emerged. Which not only,did not light the sky. But, burned in the blackness of night. All of which was once lit, per fayed the stolen silence. An the physical scene. Began to turbulently change it's mass.
Before an acknowledgement could be had. the pressing of a wielded hand could be felt, upon his hapless gaze. An the broken heart, tore, in his chest. Air played within his lungs and upon his lips, alike. With smoke and Braiten Feal, he was broken to the floor.
"You see, the wild embodiment of a ghost, will steal your soul. Turn the might within your heart to night. An shelter only the signs of existence. Once more to feel the wind of the summer sun. An the cold, of a winters grip. An for all to know the breaking heart, of a life, LIVED!"