Here I Am Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever. It's not the fact I know they are dead and gone, no its a fact I'm here still remembering what really did go wrong. It was always her loving eyes and pretty face to catch a heart. Whilst his hair all bushy and a master of art. We would regularly walk along the shore side and see the seagulls fly to far and wide. Then after all of that my mother would tell me at bed, of a little story she had once read. 'twilight start, twilight star, twinkling high above so far. Shining night shining bright, will you grant my wish tonight. Let my little horse forlorn be at last a unicorn.' But now for all of that, your probably wondering why I am here alone in the dark. It was my uncle a happy and sane man, but I knew of the drinks and drugs would do him no good. That night he came back from the pub, he came into sight with a blood stained dagger and a melevolent fury in his heart, he went to my mum and dads sides and drove the dagger through there hearts. At the time I was alone in my bed with nothing to dread, my uncle came down the starts and nothing more could be said. So here I am in the cold and dark under the moonlight and in a grave yard, I've been in hiding for around 5 years trying to Run away from the sorrow and the tear. My uncle then appears behind me with the dagger and rage in his heart he goes to my side, then everything is dark.