Ok... so I wrote this back when I was still in highschool in May of 2001 as a matter of fact, enjoy.
"Slowly the mass walks to the hill, jaded by the misery that is winter. Quietly they stand, awaiting the embrace of the sun, a symbol of a new day and of seasons passing. One by one they kneel before the altar and pray to the gods to take them away from this fate. The sky darkens and the rain slowly begins to fall to cleanse the mass of all it's grief, for now it is time for them to walk down the pathway of eternity. In this ceremony nothing is sacred except the raputre of mortal men's souls evolving to join the spirits of all immortal destiny. The wind begins to howl and the shadows fall, welcoming these reborn souls to the place where all dreams are manufactured. For now the ceremony is over, and winter has taken its final breath."
Written on May 2, 2001 at 6:12 PM.
