Fri end.

Moment, just seems, only a faded memory now, yet how brother, pathed us together upon this dividing road. And now today I watch you fall, like the weathered leaf, dying tree, does shed. Expelled from happy kin, to foul of foulest forgotten dread. You. For you must know, that indeed, as dreams bring joy and sorrow, it is in beautiful belief of mysteries, that hope can bring tomorrow. These things, these histories, bring us to this point, where endless rifts the cavern splits, and shakes the might to fall, that you once a friend, should to me, become nothing at all.