Fortress.

She painted fire across the skyline.

High above the skyline.

The canopy.

The skyline is burning.

She painted fire across the skyline.

Breathing.

Pulsing.

Engulfed In Flames.

The forest is ablaze.

My home.

My refuge.

My asylum.

Smoking Pines.

The City Is Burning.

Fire.

Ablaze.

Scorching.

I can hear nothing.

Except for the blistering roar, of the fire.

Burning.

Pillaging.

Sacked.

Looted.

Scorching.

Raging.

Ravaged.

Towering Above Me.

The City Is Burning.

Incense burns now, and she holds my hand.

The Oracle.

Her hands, around my wrists.

Shaking.

Breathing.

The City Is Burning.

That Is Okay.

You Are Here With Me.

Flashing like The Silverhammer,

before my very eyes.

The forest.

My refuge.

My asylum.

The City Is Burning.

Scorching heat against my face.

I can feel, Nothing.

I have nothing left to give.

I have nothing left to yield.

Empty, like the shells of Brick,

that tower above me.

The City Is Burning.

The fresh smell of pine, from the mountains.

Sulfur, from cannons.

Nobody can hear me.

Except for She, who holds me by my wrists.

My Queen.

My Saviour.

My Solitude.

The Oracle.

I am blinded by the fire.

But I can hear,

I can feel.

The sound of her breath, against my neck.

The weight of her hands, against my wrists.

I can not see.

I can not move.

You Are Here With Me.

The Sound Of Her Voice.

The Weight Of Her Hands.

The Smell Of The Pines.

Crawling.

Recoiling.

Washing Out With The Tide.

Tsunami.

Yes.

I Am Here.

I Am Here.

Here. Right Here.

Embers.

All Is Silent.

Breathing.

Silence.

Ashes.

You Are Here With Me.

The forest towers above me.

And all is silent.

Silent.

Come Now, With Me.

Breathing.

Silence.

All Is Silent.