The baby crying filled the moonlit house. A responding crack of the wood below offered no solace.

To know every day I can see your door. I'm too unworthy to behold it.

A poorly slung arrow hits the hardened door,

It burned so brightly, so intensely as all falling stars do.

At a distance, slowly piecing together all that is familiar about you,

The days are longer since we've met. Each minute stretched farther than the next.

They felt cold in my hands. Long. Thin. Lived.

Did you ever see me? You make your ignorance seem easy.

How do you expunge all thought? The battles that you've fought,

Fear. It rears numerous heads and we give it a variety of names.

Fluctuation knows no bounds only in change can it be found. By Alminz81