This is another poem about the Dark Forest cats and how they feel.
We're still here
even though you don't hear us
whispering about your demise.
We're still here
even though you don't see us
watching with our eerie eyes.
We are haunted,
trained at night
for a battle.
We will fight.
Prophecy's have come and gone
yet we still go on.
Jeaulos and unblessed
Cursed and depressed.
We will rise
against our fate.
The darkest will.
The darkest hate.
We will hurt and we will fight,
We will kill and we will die.
Even if we lose the war
we will brood about our loss
in the deepest, darkest wood
we are
simply
misunderstood.