We run,
heavy foot falls
marring the snow.
The scent of flowers is in the air.
Across a land grown cold,
a world lost and dead,
we continue on this never ending
road that is our destiny.
The leader lets lose a howl,
his tears lost on the wind.
We will not fail him,
will not leave him alone.
We fight by his side,
for it is our duty,
the promise we made
when we joined him on this path.
Our quick stride falters.
and we fall to our knees.
Bloody trails are left
and we strive to carry on.
But we will not make it,
cannot keep going
on this road we chose to follow.
One by one we fade,
disillusioned warriors
locked in an unending war.
Our eyes slide shut,
our heartbeats cease
and we will rise no more.
"We will meet again in
Paradise,"
Each of us does mutter.
But this time around we will not find it,
we will not see the light.
Go, strong wolf,
and leave us behind.
Because
Not all of us are destined
for Paradise.