the dark cold halls

wandering in my head,
just isn't the same,
haven't heard from her,
screaming in some high pain.

nothing seems as before,
and so we fight and fight,
is there another way that i -
could ever find my soul?

pacing back and fourth,
looking and looking deep,
wondering if it was truth,
in that orb she tends to keep.

the walls are gray and black,
dirty and old,
the floorboards creak and squeal,
as they smash beneath my feet.

Things just aren't what they used to be,
and they probably won't turn back,
a faithful prophecy and test i'll grandt,
if it is fate i'm soon to lack.

frozen air shows off my breath,
it floats into the dark,
i shiver just a tad,
and continue my walk on through.

Behind the door at the end of the hall -
wonder what i'll find?
will i seel the Little One?
Is she still at mind?

I opened the door,
and i found nothing but a room,
there was a bed and an orb - wait!
and there she sits with her dagger.

Little Yami,
for i have missed you,
you haven't been around,
so i walk up to her and sit on her bench with her.

The darkness surrounds us,
and the All-Seeing-Orb glows,
it's time to see the future,
so that eveveryone knows...

Bleak areas and sights,
oh look he is there-!
The grass is green where we stand -
will it remain so?