Dawning

Clouds cover the sunless dawning . Like a morning without hope, after long nights of suffering. Nails penetrate deep into coffins, forever asserting themselves into the cold, hard wood. Like hope killed by reality, the news reels flash brightly. Bringing messages not of compassion or understanding, but 

sad tales of misery and woe. 

Harken back to a time when leaves could crunch under foot without all the emotional baggage and significance. Good days, when every little thing did not bring upon all the punishments of the torture of the mind. 

Confused and wandering, where do you go from here?

Tales of betrayal of brother on brother. Rejoice in words of worlds my son, for without heeding the knowledge and the inner path of destiny, one must surely fail