"Forged In, War Born In Death, Saved By Love." - Jackson Rathbone.
Silent breeze,
Feels so right,
No one moves,
Their may be a fight.
As I search the lonely field.
Only two are at yield
Eyes bore onto me,
And I bow my respect.
Soon I can't hear a din,
As my shrieks pierce my heed.
Itching at my throat
I frenzy out the door.
Many are alike,
Feeding on blood.
A fight erupts,
And they bang like boulders,
One is thrown up,
And the other springs to its prey,
Feeds from its neck,
And quickly drops it over.
Battling to satisfy our creator, was not right
And soon we have enough,
So, then we become her traitors.
I depart and search for a meaning,
A meaning which was waiting,
Waiting for me to show.
A meaning after two days was found.
Alice.