Poor Daniel (REMOVE)

I sit at the top of the hill. Smoke dances on the wind. Another poor soul gone. To live in Dis is to live amongst daemons and shades; bringers and takers of perpetual strains. Not always do these sad souls suffer for their own transgressions; and not always is their suffering reflected back in just intensity. I weep for those who, under the pestle of circumstance, crumble into something more pliable than human form. For those who fall, fear they've lost all, when all they needed to retain was...

I sit at the top of the hill. Smoke dances on the wind. Another poor soul gone. To live in Dis is to live amongst daemons and shades; bringers and takers of perpetual strains. Not always do these sad souls suffer for their own transgressions; and not always is their suffering reflected back in just intensity. I weep for those who, under the pestle of circumstance, crumble into something more pliable than human form. For those who fall, fear they've lost all, when all they needed to retain was a little hope.