Francois Arouet

"You run, arms outstretched, to catch this cliffside wind. Look out, unfrozen river, and this ridge has never looked so still. Grass, path, bushes, sky fade and it's only you, floating on the nothing all around. Eternal, blissful night. Fleeting, stolen moment, under light reflected. This is how I'll remember you. When everything else is gone. This is when I knew, there was magic in you, and knew there was magic to be had."