Sometimes I wish time could reverse, freeze and melt away. To a time before madness held sway over our land, our world.
Maybe that time never really existed?
It was that dream in a dream on a carefree day of youth when politics and terror and corruption and hate were just dark clouds, far off on the endless horizon.
Maybe it\'s better that way. In a far away place where evil cannot touch that purity. Safe and secure in memory and candlelight, dust and bones.
Pick up your broadsword. Kiss the cross around your neck. Look back at your loved ones. Darkness knows no rest and is always watching.
No quarter to be found, in the here and now.
Feel the breeze kiss your face. Suddenly you are back home. A child. In the bright sun of spring. Running through grass and dirt. The same cool breeze rushes past your face. No worry. No cares. No death.
Eyes flash open double time. It has vanished, it is gone.