Fighting To The End

 I falling into a deep could of shadows. Life  Time moves slowly and light fadeing into a could of Dusk

Pain and rage the only thing left out side this moonlighted pain. Feathers broken turning into white fur as it dances on whispering wind.

The silence of broken hope and the rage of the past together form the shape of a beast. Still falling into sorrow the memorys of friends and dreams of old rush in whispering notes.

Remembering to fight on through the dark coulds of dusk. Voices of true ones dancing in the memory of whisdom. Their hope giveing to new reasons to go on

The rages slowly fades into a protection and freedom that speaks to the shadows. Breakeing through walls to find a new path, the will to fight goes onward.