Nigh did come the dawn of morrow and a new leaf did I bend. Was it that I
came to unfound water did I chart new course and time. Mayhem lost in sullen
harbors is the whirlwind left behind. Did I ride upon the mighty back of fury
raised of one, and test my substance and my will shall I tempt the hand of fate.
Silhouetted memories in haunting, the mainstay of my present state. Silence
found me pondering the pages of my plight. In all I've read within their books,
of thoughts they've shown of the deeds they did and the torts partook. Was it
that I lacked not the ability to comprehend their acts so much as I merely
questioned the reason of their reasoning. Solitude did enter the vestibule of my
consciousness and I found me walking the halls of unknown vitriol's. Did I
search of profound reason and a peaceful reconciliation of that of tarnal
sentence. Was it that of obdurate impasse did I summon gentle spirit in the
essence of my slumber. To explicate, assimilate, and leave me unencumbered.