It was all meant to be, and as my mind wanders over the soggy fields to the place of my triumph—oh blessed darkness. In my mind, lost in thought, dreaming in the rain, the light would only interrupt this perfect moment. In the darkness of the mind, my foot cannot slip.
Still, the morning has not come, and I need light to work. I cannot sit here forever under the rain.
I saw the body falling, or knew it was falling. His back was to me, and there was no one to save him. Let me remember it all.
Tale Told 