I - LOSING THE SUNSETSnnCold was the air that the evening windnbrought, silent and so quiet were the woodsnon the eve of that night. Don't know why Instayed there for so long, so long that I couldnhear that voice. The whisper we all avoid.nSound from within, the quiet truth.nnI felt my blood slowly turning cold, turning coldnfrom waiting. Hours I spent there awaiting,nhoping for someone to come. To silent the voice thatnfelt like thunder.nnEvael is the light, the white light. In the chill of mynworld, she is the one. She brings the butterflies, pure light.nWhen ever she comes by the darkness steps aside.nnBut I felt my blood turning cold. Hours I spent there awaiting.nWatching the light fading.nnWOODS: You’re losing the sunsets, you will never get them back.nThe days you spend in loneliness are seconds in shades of black.nnWinter was cold, but summer is even colder. Nights have been longer,nthey have made me much older.nnWOODS: You're losing the sunsets, you will never get them back.nEvery night you spend in loneliness are years in shades of black.nnYears pass, but has time stopped on me?nMorning always arises with vaster pain and then it is sunset again.nnWOODS: We weep the winds for your loneliness, choir ofnbroken dreams for the love you had. But now she walksnforever lost in gray and woe. She’s not forgiven, she’s the one fornwinter to own. Not yours, old man, never again...nnnII – PLAGUE OF BUTTERFLIESnnSilent people walking by. They are leaving, againnsomeone is leaving. They don’t seem to be well,nquiet death on their faces.nnBuried a few of them today, the children and thenold by the road. I could give them shelter, but theyndecide to go..nnVillage is empty, dead, cold, empty – only frozen bodiesngreet my arrival. Tortured by the plague, a ghost town.nnBut her face I could not find. I searched for her in the woodsnagain and kept a light on my window, for anyone to come.nBut when even the trail of dead ended by the road,nI gave up waiting, hoping.nnIn this kingdom of my loneliness, on this throne of my thoughts.nnMaybe I’m the old one, sheltered by these woods.nAnd when I lay my body to rest I watch the ballet of shadows.nDancing through the flame of a candle. Taking me to sleep..nnBut the night trembled my heart, for black wings moved upon me.nHoping for my time to come, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.nBut like every night before, death did not come.nnThe wings, they moved and danced. As a butterfly kept dancing,ndancing around my candle. But why are you here when Evael is lost still?nnThe morning came with its cold caress. I curse your light for waking me again.nThe candle burnt down, and the burnt wings beside. Is this a sign of Evael, I arise.nnI opened my window, painted by thick ice, took a deep breath and whispered her name in the air.nnThe freezing summer burned my lungs again as I walked through the snow.nLooked deeper in to the woods, and the trees waved their heads in sorrow.nnnIII – EVAEL 10:00nnCold, oh so cold is this air that the night brought.nSilent, too quiet are the woods in the eve of this night.nOnce again I lit the candle on my window and waited for the sleep..nnEvael, my dream has been so alive, and this plague has cleansed this world for us.nSo please release me now.nnDREAM: Sink deeper to your loneliness and you will lead her to your grave. She’s lost in gloomynlight still trying to hold her flame. You’re losing the sunsets and you will never get them back.nThis life you spend in loneliness is forever in shades of black.nWake up, old man, and let it go, let it go..nnWas it a weak sound on my door that woke me upnor the trees sheltering me from the night?nI kept my eyes closed but still felt the light, and the room was filled by butterflies.nnI rose with my heart beating. For the weak hope of the midnight’s hour I prayednand opened my door to the winter night.nnAnd she fell...nshe fell to my arms. In tears I carried her and laid her down to sleep.nHer eyes frozen from the thousand nights alone she trembled and whispered:nnI was lost in the woods and the trees kept me away from you.nFor I brought the plague with them, with the butterflies.nnHush now and let it go. Close your eyes now.nnAnd we drift away, together away from the pain, deep in this sheltering night,nto a forgiving dream. Until one minute past midnight the room was filled.nnFilled only with butterflies.