So now we ride, with no hope left, and narry a thought to our safety. For we court death, and death has no mercy, so prepare to die. But all hope has not yet left, for some of those we left behind still hope, and there may yet be a shard of hope left in our souls, for none have no hope what-so-ever. So ride we will, will the shard of hope that we may yet delay our opponents, and let not reach our homes and people. Battle rages forth, and many of our number are lost, but we keep fighting, for in the end, one at least will survive, to see the destruction around us...So now those left must burry the dead, and move on...Forever move on, patroling the grounds, killing, losing, dieing...
Memories of The Past by Silver Magiccraft
Poetry » General Rated: T, English, Angst & Spiritual, Words: 3k+, Favs: 1, Published: 12/4/2002 Updated: 8/19/2004}
16 Chapter 22: Confusing Thoughts