For centuries I have walked my world alone. In fierce joy, but in weariness too. The weariness of solitude. For so long I have yearned for a companion to share with me this world, this eternity. And I shall walk alone no more. One shall walk beside me. One shall become my companion. Here, Beneath this sky lit by it's numberless stars, we shall stand together, and gaze towards the black shadows of the mountains. And we shall be filled with hunger and silent longing, and the moon shall rise, and we shall be wolves running with horizons rolling endlessly beneath our feet.
No i'm not 14-15. It's Bram Stoker. The best horror writer in the world actually!
No i'm not 14-15. It's Bram Stoker. The best horror writer in the world actually!