Upon the long night came a dark breeze that stole my heart. She reached out to my spirit with the gentleness of a silent wind that brushed aside the walls of denial that hold my spirit down. Her undemanding prsence is the ward that staves off the madness of isolation that threatens to erase my soul. A whisper carried forth eases all the pain and anguish to oblivion. The Dark Breeze may come and go as she wishes but without her I feel lost. I dare not hope for any more than that which is freely given or I may lose what I have.