Walking about the dark corridors, frightened out of my skin, I walk on and on, looking about the castle walls the halls provided, the fire flickering away in it's dance. The door @ the far side, glowing away.

Inside filled with gold.

Eyes twitching left and right endlessly to the shakes of the rhythm, of the native drum, the smiling face of the musicians. He walks on and on, looking about for the mystery of the valley he lives.

Peace is finally settling in...yawns, stretches the tiring muscles in his back, smiling of the relief, the warmth, the peace of the valley. Lays on the grass with no cares left to bother him for a while.

Memories drift into his mind, as he laid on the ground slothched, holding onto his legs with the fear driveling ourt of his eyes, the sun in his eyes as he looks downward the ocean. Time flew away, remembering the good old days with the One in his paw, skipping the open hills with her of the smile and laughs, the country air to take in.

The drum in rhythm as he snaps the sticks in line, no emotion to be expressed on his face as he moved on. The bass drum nodding his head to the rhythm.

The The The The The The Starts to make a pattern, making him dizzy and thinking , the claps of the percussion along his head.

The two intertwining eyes in their swim....silence in their deep departure. The girl looking away in embarassment of his eyes looking into her. His finger closing underneath her chin, tugs it up gently, and kisses her with a smile that linger. Both their eyes closed.

The raging river dragging them farther and farther, walking the ocean floor with frustration like the wind tugging them back. She flings away, screaming 'Noooo' forever and ever. As he held onto the tree root, crying out for her.

He walks on with the rope over his shoulders.

The waterfall falling the endless notes.

The boat of the captain he stands upon, looking about the waters with determination of the impossible. The waves crashing on and on as his crew keeps striving on. The capton standing on that one spot, unable to move, stays at that one spot, thinking with a heart that shows no fear of the incoming dangeers from the terrifying storms that came his way.

The tital wave overlapping his ship. His ship seized by the wave, unable to go, caught in midpart of the wave, tipping unsidedown, down...and the ships underwater, souls all around him, holding their breaths, eyes closed, holding their throats...and many drifted below him to the darker crystal-green parts of the water. He swims out...find a piece of wood...makes it.

Sleeping on the wood, the crashing on, sleep of wearuness. His head on the wood, arms clinched on...barely any strength to hold onto, but enough that his mind sleeps, sometimes hearing the echoes the water singing underneath.

In the endless clouds, his family there, a song and daughter of young age in his arms, his wife looking down at him from the cottage stairs, smiling in her hair down in a bum-fashion, ponny tail the rest of the way, curling like a grape vine.

He's home.

Wakes up to the waves crashing even futher, eyes feared of the monsterous endless water, coughing up of the water, holdings on with tight eyes "Oh my god, oh my god oh my god" His voice getting weaker and weaker as he held on.

Holds on...the calms of the ocean, the sea, the endless water all around. No sight of his ship anywhere...but he doesn't know. He still fast asleep...sinking into the water...his face in pain...but peace is finally settled.