The story begins, on that fateful night, Where nothing is sacred, not even the light, And the howl of some
Broken heart; and tired mind.
Useless body, set out to find,
A solemn place to belong,
Where you can dance, and write your song.
Where worries past, will not follow,
Torture you, obsess and swallow.
Where what you grow into; matters more,
Than what you were, from long before. …
Chapter 1 Clara ran faster than she thought her legs could take her, leaving behind the dead horse that