For you seek not, the other souls on the cobbled path; For you seek not, the whispers of sweet nothings; For you seek not, the fascinating delicate caresses; For you seek not, the warm cupping around your sore face; For you seek not, the deep stare into your weary eyes; For you seek not, the place to rest your heavy heart; For you seek not, the balmy touch over your throbbing head. For you know, there will not be one... And you knew that always.... But... You chose to seek your elixir in distant cauldrons; You chose to wait for the rains to cease; You chose to seek the ephemeral rainbows; You chose to wait for the unicorn to prance around.... The dagger that draws the blood out of you now... smiles... Your stifled chokes and muffled gasps thrill the spirit of the cold ‘Blade’... Trembling and quivering, when you pull it out from the insides; You notice your own castle of glass...... 😊