My words have been stolen, friend, as you have left me all but speecheless. Beautiful and sorrowful, my friend, and I am dearly sorry for what you have suffered.


Just remember that darkest tides come when sun has only just set,
but wait some hours and you won't regret, for the sun will rise soon again.
Let your steel door rest for now, but someone will open it once more,
And when that day comes, let them enter, and change that core back to gems.


Sorry, a poem as great as yours deserves a worthy applause from a loving audience. I am sorry for your pains, and know that I and more will be here to stand strong for you even when you cannot.

My heart will remain a vault, until the end of my life, good sir, and though your words do make me smile at the surface, my barest core could not hear you for the chill wind which blows. But thank you.

I do deeply morn the loss of one so gracious as yours. You seem a good person and closing yourself into darkness will be a blow to this drab, cold world, as much as it may shelter you from mortal pains or lock you deeper within your own. I am here for you, friend, if ever you should need aid.

*chuckles merrily*

I don't know you, nor do I particularly need anyone to wrry about me. But again, thank you.