When

When did the end begin, was is predestined or the choices made. Would anything have turned out differently, would the essence have just  stayed. Dancing alone together, through the moonbeams. Trying to hold onto lost wishes, chasing fleeting dreams. Praying for the light of the sun to caress a glacial heart. Faith turned to cinders, long before new hope could start. Though it seems a wasteland, only fit for phantoms and madmen. Walking on the shards of a shattered life, I would do it all over again.