He sat there, cold and alone
The gentle breeze blew his long, brown hair
He heard the voices of distant cities
A tear formed in his eye, and slowly ran down his cheek
He slowly rose to his feet, shivering, scared
He looked at his baby, naked and crying
He picked him up and held him to his chest
He couldn't hold the tears back anymore
He cried, he cried for his loved ones, his friends, everyone
He took a step forward, the winds died down
A voice was heard, calling, calling to him
He turned. His wife, mother to his son, was running, running to him
She was crying, tears streaming across her gentle, pink cheeks
He turned back. This was it, what he had waited for
He stepped forward, his foot feeling nothing
He clutched his baby tight to him, to his father
He leaned forward, and fell
He plummeted down, the winds strong against him
His baby was crying, crying still
His wife screamed
He held his baby, and cried, right to the end

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 318 AF.