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 I have watch the strong fall. I have seen the weak raise, But nothing could prepare me, For the evil I now see with my eyes.

 The man stares up at the sky thru a red haze, the wound on his head is deep the blood blinds him.  He lifts one hands to the hevens thinking of day long gone days he wishes he could go back too.  The memory of a love long ago haunts him even near death like this he can still feel her next to him.  He remembers her touch and her smell even now as his old friends come around him with the reaper in the lead he remembers.  Yet in the group he cannot see her for deep down he knew he would never go where she went after death that place wasnt for someone like himself, someone who had the reaper at his side for so long.  He smiles now for the first

As war wages across the land, And gods fear to look upon the world, Life diminshes as it changes into death, Even death is fearful because it needs life as well, Even with a warning the war continues, The gods recced into hiding, Men are killed untill none live, Death cries for he is the only thing left in the land, While life hids with the last remaining plants, Time passes and with it deaths power, Life begins anew and the god fear it happen again.

The hunt is on, The hunt is here, The pack has gone, Have no fear, Travel together, Stay near, Nothing is better, We bring fear, A leap and a bound bring us high, We chase the prey, Don't worry it will die, Everything shall end with the day, We live, We die, Some of us cry, but in the end we all fly.

Though many have seen the end in dreams, None can say when it shall come, Some feel different for all, As the prophets of old tell, The end will come and all will fall, So the prophets tell, so it shall be,

As the soul leaves the body, Life doesn't leave the world, For death and life are the same thing, Just as water and ice are the same, So as you see someone soul part from the world, Remeber the life is there in another form.

Though half breeds we may be, Nothing scares me but me, Death travels by my side, But to him it just a thrill ride, I see all but its for naught, But I can do nothing without thought, With that said I run your way, Join us and die so you can play. Lich man servent 815 g.c.

Through life they were just men, In death they were only remain, But between life and death they are gods, In the one moment before death and after life, They knew all and saw all, The end of the world and the start of it, Within their very being they knew truth, They also felt every emotion that spans the world, Though it only lasted an instant it felt like forever, But then death did embrace then forever more.

The light slowly creeps across the ground, Showing not only the death of post battle, But also the life of the new plants growing, Though it may appear evil and horrid, It is the circle shown clearly, Through death life is born, So even with the death of people, Something good comes from it.

Without the eyes of mortal man, He can only see a few thing ahead, Though in darkness much lies, He knows whats living and what has died, The pain he fells while he walks, Is only brought by your thoughts, Let him go dont't hold him back, This journy must be finished.