Tossing waves, crash against the coast over the skeleton of a battered boat.

In the yellow haze of nicotine and the blur from the bottom of another shot.

the fire that once burned has now smothered out

The hazy blue of gas-streaked exhaust fades in the air over rain slickened pavement.

The souls that life's cruel torture touches are the souls that see the world for what it truly is.

The billowing puffs of aged grey smoke swirl up in a haze of monotone delight, and dissipate into the ember light of the evening sun.

The castle stands upon the hill, firm and tall. Looming above the valley like a soldier standing guard.