Gazing modestly through the coldest morning
Once it came you lied
Embracing us over autumn's proud treetops
I stand motionless
In a parade of falling rain
Your voice I cannot hear
As I am falling again
And in sadness I lumber
In my own ashes I am standing without a soul
He wept and whispered: "I know..."
We walked into the night
Am I to bid you farewell?
Why can't you see that I try
When every tear I shed
Is for you?
Pain had become his companion. His everyday partner. Infiltrating itself in every little part of his soul. It was his tears, it was his blood, it was the air he breathed. Whispers in his ears, ghostly caresses on his skin. He was gone yet he was everywhere. He was the cause to his shivers, and the reasons to his silent screams filling the coldness of his lonely nights. His name was on his lips as his hand would reach out in the dark to find nothing but emptiness. Nights followed nights but his sorrow never once faded. He had fallen into lethargy, scarcely conscious of the world around now...
''Dante... Dante...'' A voice would call out to him. Every day. Every night. Insistent. But it was not his... It was warm, familiar, but it was not his. ''I cannot take this anymore! He's gone, Dante. He's gone.'' And something was warm then on his cheeks. Pearls of tears that didn't belong to himself. ''...I need you here. Come back. He made a choice, and you must accept it.'' No! He would not. He could not. Could never accept his decision. His heart felt torn, ripped in pieces. Hell chosen over Earth. Power over love. Abandoned. Rejected. ''Dante...'' His name was sobbed, pleaded. ''Come back... Please...