Today I search in hope to see
those memories long lost to me.
A darkness fills the world I find.
No images or colors for my brain.
No faces, sounds, or smells.
There is just blackness,
zen, the void,
just ebon in this icy town,
an urban graveyard in eternal night.

And then at last a spot of white begins to grow,
reflected first in distant woods
off silent freshly fallen snow.
It speeds toward me and bursts,
then floods the chambers of my mind
with images of ages past
and visions of an evil kind.