In the darkness of the night I gaze,
Through the mountains and through cloud’s haze.
Towards a luminous glow shining forth in the night.
To the planet above casting light, shining bright.
And on a mountain stood a wolf, upon the midnight hour.
Howling at the heavens above, with thunderous power.
I stared in awe and looked at him at the sight of this
Cautiously as I stood in the center of that dark abyss.
I then climbed up the mountain to where the wolf had lay
And I sat there with him at the crest until the moon had faded away.

How could I be so blind?

To run away from the truth I was trying to find?

There was no New Beginning, only another dead end.

A distraction to find another solution that would mend;

My sorrows which were caused by never being satisfied.

 The truth in which I always had denied.

I’ve been running away this entire time…

All for a fight that I called thine.

To think I would leave everyone for a hopeless reason…

And regret it with every passing of the season…

I know now the reason why I need to stay.

There is unfinished business that must be taken care of today.

 Today I aim to settle the score.

Instead of always craving more.

Beautiful butterfly, wings spread apart…

Lands on a flower, opens one’s heart…

Fits into a child’s hand…

Spreads peace and joy throughout the land…

Something so delicate…something so pure…

Perhaps this is where we shall find the cure…

In beautiful things such as thee….

Perhaps one day…I can find the beauty inside of me.

Dusk to Dawn, wake me, bring me to life.

Through the nightmares, through trials, and through the strife.

 Allow me…to finally see…the

Light drawing closer near me.

Prevent me so I can’t hear the…

Darkness calling my name anymore.

Dusk to Dawn, wake me, bring me to life.

Through the dying, the sorrow, and through the night.

Shine your light down upon me.

Cleanse the darkness within me.

Wipe clean the memories of the…

Memories of the shadows I’ve cast.

Show me the way to happiness

Guide me through this horrific bliss.

Direct me down the right path.

So I can be set free from dark.

The echoes ringing inside my head…

Of lives long gone…memories…dead.

Echoes of regrets, of loved ones begotten…

Echoes of sorrow, remorse…long forgotten.

Echoes of loved ones lost.

Echoes of the traitor’s cost.

Echoes of an old new tomorrow.

Echoes of a nation’s sorrow.

Echoes of the pain inside.

Echoes in which I must abide.

With every setting of the sun, new echoes are created.

Echoes deep within, in which all are related.

These echoes, are memories I fulfilled.

These echoes, are lives that I have killed.

They torture me…haunt me every night.

They hurt me…taunt me…how I long to find the light!

The light is the path of redemption…the path of life.

The light is the only way out of my strife.

If I could only see it with my own eyes…

Even if it would mean my own demise.

Soon I will witness the prince’s ascension.

Soon…I will face my own redemption.

The darkness has a grasp on me.

A grasp from which I cannot strangle free;

A grasp, only I can see.

A grasp, which too shall be,

An asset for the long journey ahead.

As I lie here, contemplating in my bed.

Contemplating, calculating, every hour.

How I shall use this devastating power.

A power which is dangerous to heart and soul;

A power inside me that will soon unfold.

I must use it before I decay.

For it rots my heart and my soul away.

I take a life, to save my own.

This burden is mine, and mine alone.

I need to kill, to obtain a soul.

I need to kill to make myself whole.

It is the only way I can survive;

The only way…to stay alive.

This war prolonged for many years…

This war deprived children of their cheers…

This war conducted to produce fear…

This war provoked the mother’s tears.

From the children dying in the streets,

To the haunted marching of their feet.

“Hope” these people have forgotten.

These people of a village begotten.

The pain and heartache they endure.

The pain and suffering, I must ensure.

That when they look into my eyes…

All they see is their demise.

Calculated to sheer perfection,

I am the ultimate tool of destruction.

I prolonged the war for all these years.

I deprived the children of their cheers.

I conduct the nation’s fears.

I provoked the mothers’ tears.

From the dying soldiers, echoes cry.

Why must I kill them?…Make them die…

Fathers…never returning home.

But I do; through their bodies, I must roam.

I murdered at least one-thousand today.

How many more must I slay?

Regardless, I must obey my creators will.

Even though it means I must kill.

Innocent blood running through the streets…

Perhaps this is why I cannot sleep.

I live through my nightmares all day long.

My feelings are co-existent…practically gone.

All I know is the task at hand…

As I wreak havoc across the land.

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Sitting here alone on the curb of a city street,

The silence is broken; I hear the marching of the city feet.

I observe, watching the people of the city speak.

I stare at the lamppost, trying to remain discreet.

The cold winds blow, I see the rustling of the leaves.

As I watch, I ponder…”How different are we?”

We blow where life takes us, no control over where we go.

I’m uncertain of many things, but one thing I do know.

Every leaf is different, yet we’re all the same.

Different colors, different features, different names.

Yet we all fall from the same tree,

We each have a different destiny.