Hymn

                      Frost and hail echoed through the mountains; shivering my bones and making the fire burn brighter in my veins. As I sung this song of a broken soul; I was Fire and Ice.
                   Beads of sweat glistened on my temples while I wept my bleeding emptiness out by the side of soot and ash. I wept; with parched lips, wild hair and cuts all across my body. I wept; for what seemed a Millenia. I wept- blood.
                 The path of a Traveller is all but Human. I sung my song- the raw Wailing of a mortal. And as I sung this song, His raw, deep voice channeled through me like an echo. There I asked- and poured my soul like a drop in an ocean. His smile answered even my unsaid questions.
                  Thunder boomed in the skies above- or below- for I knew not where I stood; and with that pouring of an endless rain came dew from His eyes. Unnerved; I could only stare- stare; at the form of the million souls separating from Him. He wept Souls. As I sang my song, the angels and mortals cried alike. I sung to Him- that very tune carved into my burning self as everyone wept.
                       I opened my eyes which were clearer than ever before to the rain beyond my window and saw my trembling, unsteady body. I was shivering as beads of sweat glistened on my temples. With fingers charred, I touched a drop. Dried tears were sewn on my face with bonds Immortal.