Quoth the robin;
Beloved and hated, yet enslaved in Gloom
Falling on broken wings
Tearing pain in the tendons, breaking muscles and heart, the soul will wait for the end
And a mission is to rise
(chance)
(Miltin has found a friend)
Yet unfair and wretched- damned life
Broken dreams and broken wings
And alive
(more so than before)
Alive beyond the battle
(the half-battle)
(mountain raid)
Alive for heaven, for life was hell, life is always hell
Agony, choking, peace
Serenity after drowning
(and not rescued to suffer)
For what would have been the ending?
(and death will catch up)
We cannot fool Death forever
(Death has eternity, and we have life)
-(life is short)-
Quoth the robin
Miltin