Prelude

Night Walks

O, how the stars appear

and comfort Heaven's heart.

As we listen to the wave's tear

and walk upon unlighted sands,

I make a promise to you;

nothing will rend our sun and sky apart--

nor our lips, nor our hands.

Acknowledgements

Jonny is the most talented writer I know, and his advice on writing has been invaluable. Check out his blogs at This Job Is Killing You and I Hardly See You Anymore. Athlete is a friend from a forum who gave me the final push to actually begin working on a consistent blog. If you are interested in metal, check out his Mattowarrior's Metal Madness.

http://www.thisjobiskillingyou.blogspot.com/
http://www.ihardlyseeyouanymore.blogspot.com/
http://mattowarriormetalmadness.blogspot.com/

Epigraph

What if that which I wrote down, which was the very first thing I ever wrote down, was the very first thing ever written down?