Lonesome roads, have now grown close to me, darker skies, and quiet nights, have returned to me. But at what cost? Since the arrival of the new Advent I have patiently waited in what way time would conduct itself, from slowing gradually at the beginning of the dark days, to increasingly taking pace after the exile. For time, and perhaps even something darker, has stolen you from me, from us. Our souls, now left here to thirst, to dry to dust, and to soon food, only remnants, and  victims, to times curse. For once this was all foreseen, I had marked my own end, sketched, somewhere distant, on some timeline viewed only by a greater soul above. My calling to you has reached it’s destination, and even within your reach, you absence remains, however time is ever-changing, for so must this journey, so must these roads. For now with a heavier hole in my heart, and a pain in my head, I must continue on to where these distant lights wish to lead me, perhaps to my death? Or maybe to a higher ground, a higher love. I may never know until the destination is reached. So now I prepare for my new departures once again, back to these strange lands, away from Allahalv, away from darker times and distant memories. For I know your soul still wanders, alive and well, free from it all. However, this is only the beginning, and my oaths will forever stand tall, and strong.