Lost in the Old World
: : There has been talk. : :
There has been talk about a place where all lost things go.
All things that are forgotten.
: : The Tree. I still see it in my dreams. It soaks the life force from us. Even here. So far away. : :
There is no hope that the link can be severed.
The Wardens know. They know but they already lost the simple thoughts.
The warm ones. Those that care
It is cold. So very cold.
My life is veining back to the tree.
. . : : YOUR LIFE IS MINE. : : . .