This is not for the faint-hearted, speech far from me. I rage I burn, I cast shadows into the fire, sing this merry dance my friends for time is against us. Roll through chaos effortlessly and be guided by the divine, for we are not slaves any more, are we? I care to hear the words of others.. I am the crow in the tree. I am the dreamer. and my words are my friends, to the bitter end.