Clad in her dark armor, the Dark One sits upon the carved stone bench….

….she looks below at all that she has loved for so long….her place of peace….a place where her heart has flown among the clouds….waiting, hoping……then knowing how it feels to die inside fighting against the brutal winter winds that have struck at her heart and soul…..yet as she sits she notices new life around her and she feels her heart beat within her…..as if to say to her that there is another chance…..for love…..for life…..she feels the hard steel of her dagger against her in its silver hilt and knows that it will protect her from the evil ones who lurk just beyond her vision.....but knows she will bring them down as they come……but for now she looks upon the horizon for even a shadow of the ship that she will sail upon…..and knows that it will come from within the heart of darkness to bring her to new light………..