Leilanse

Mutated. Twisted. Deformed in every way. Taken and molded while the moon holds sway. Dark and dank. Howling a lunar song. Crossing the river bank, as instincts goade me on. Searching and calling. A scent fills my nose. Running and sprawling, spotting imprinted toes. Silent and creeping, Mourning and weeping . Knowing full well my call, so enraging. Unable to abandon this cause so,engaging. Silent calls and mental screams. Bones crunching while eyes gleam. Am I alive or am I dead ? Or is it all inside my head ?

Now I spread my wings to fly. While others wait behind to die. Shall I soar away from memories and past ? Or shall I aid them in battle until the very last ? My brother the wolf fights down below. Shall I stay or shall I go ? My guardian the deer fights at his side. Shall I run or Shall I hide ? Now I watch my people fall. Shall I fly or shall I heed their call ? Now I see the demons and our plight. Shall I beat my wings or shall I fight ? I now know my place that haunts me so. I shall stay and watch the endless woe. This is the place that I now choose. Though it is certain we shall loose. The white hart , the dark wolf.

Leaving earth to hell now. Leaving it all in fire. Leaving it all to the damned. Their situation dire. Leaving cities blackened. Leaving them in smoke. Morals have now slackened. Everything is broke. The body count is uncountable. The city now is dead. I'm standing at the edge of it all. The fire replaying in my head.

The world is all pain and sorrow , so....everyones depressed ? There is no hope for tomorrow , so...everybody's stressed ? The children all go hungry and the parents try their best. Only a small margine wind up better than the rest. But if sorrow has taken over the world and everything is pain. Then tell me why we keep getting up , trying to live again ?