Why Break The Heart That Never Beat

I Am The Wilderness Lost In Man.

Why Break The Heart That Never Beat From Love?

There Are Times When The Air That Floats Between Mortals Becomes, In Its Stillness And Silence, As Cruel As The Edge Of A Scythe.

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

It Was Not Certain What Significance The Ceremony Held... But The Formality Was No Less Sacred For It Being Unintelligible