The Back Of The Pages

As I try to follow your steps, they get lost in the fog, sudden moisture of your eyes. And so I lose track of you, blinded by the flash of your wings beating silently, struggling against the wind. The one that initially prompted you to come into my world...for you a lost, meaningless and hard to find place where I lay immersed...drowned without having a slight breath of life...real life.

Words of ignorance fired out of their mouths, formed rebellions in some accurate phrases, designed to kill the last bit of hope of that world yet unknown...that world that threatens with celestial wars, and an epic defeat that has been dreamed for centuries...

Few were the fighters, at that time considered disoriented, losers, for being on the side with fewer options of wining. And what easy comes easy goes...big changes take a long time in the making, the firmest pillars are not gestated overnight...and now who will be able to knock them down?...not those lost souls that now seek the comfort in those who were once their rivals...

The doors will be open, and these do not close when the sun goes down, or when the winter is coming. The doubts remained, they questioned the teachers of evil, ran away from their captors, and are now closer than ever to start the real life. All new, all you thought that was impossible...and all the time is available to write the back of the pages, those pages that waited for their absence...