...and the dragon wept. We are the Ancient One, the Unnameable, the Myth. We are none to all, and all to many. We are brave, but afraid. Loving, but unloved. A child of none and a father to many.
We put our face on every day in anticipation of love and happiness and family. The very things that we have wanted and needed all our life...and what a long life we have endured. If the world only knew that they harbored such a ghastly creature such as us.
We lurk in the shadows, greeting the night with an open embrace. We long for the sweet rapture of darkness; allowing it to clothe us in full emptiness.....
