A/N: A little strange, and hard to understand, but very sad. It popped into my mind when I was trying to write the third chapter of Poison and Prison, but it is in the Herald era, not the Mage Wars, so I couldn't include it in my story. Sad and tragic, my eyes got teary as I wrote it.

Come up with a title please, I attempted to but couldn't think, and all of my titles don't represent the poem's heart. Here's a temporary title and the story/poem:

The Death Bell

Love, destruction, life is ending

Obliteration of my love and chosen

Tolling bell

My soul humming with tune

Low note, sad sound, somber melody

White robes mixed with red, fur bleeding

Dying, death, Chosen ends first

Only red and white, than black

As scarlet takes over the pale white cream

Silk smooth robes becoming

Pale ragged, tragic crimson

My chosen is dead

Tragedy and grief takes over

I try to howl with the encompassing sorrow

Too weak to do so, too weak to try

Fur tinged with dark scarlet, death is coming

And the melodic, silent tolling of the bell

Rings on

On

On

A/N: Hope this affected you as much as it affected me. Please review, no flames please, unless you give me a good reason why you hated it.

Wind to thy wings, Breezefire