Countless Times

Lying Almost Half-Dead, Unable to move

"This Isn't The First Time"

But... Somethings Different

Even Through These Numerous Times This Happened

It Never Bothered Me After The First Time

I Hadn't Worried About My Health.

This Time Was Different, I Had Someone That Cared.

If I Died On Him Now What Would Happen To Him?

Would He Be Alright?

Would He Still Be Who I Love So Dearly?

....

It's Different This Time

Fight

Upon the Graves of fallen Comrades and family in Arms

A Grueling, Sweltering, Explosion of a War that was never meant to be

Constant Fire, Shouts, Screams and Cries of Death

Slowly losing ourselves to the Chaos Surrounding

Still onward they continue they’re Battles

Still onward they Fight the Darkness of the Unknown

Even the simplicity of pulling the Trigger has brought about Complicated Pandemics

Yet still they continue to Fight and die among the others

Leaving the world that had been so cruel to them

And still the living continue to Fight against the “Enemy”

Although it is their life, they have it controlled by others

Those beings that bring so much pain and suffering

Yet, still… we listen to them

Do they want this?

Are they Willing?

Do they have any free will at all?

Do they really need Death of Comrades?

Does This War have any meaning?

Although they pray for peace, why does it never come?

Are our lives nothing more then mere toys for the Cruel Angels that watch us?

No matter how many times I stop and think about this,

I can never come up with an answer

By:

Kiba

Ookami

A Dream without words…

Blinding white, howling air, cold breath

Heavy panting, moving fast, fur below

Riding a large creature to somewhere

Where will it bring me?

A village in the mountains

An alter of fire

An expecting young Maiden

Soon to have her unborn be given to the gods above.

White blinds of cold, piercing winds, frosted gasps

Armed with Bow and Knife

Riding the Alpha to somewhere far from where he came

Am I hunting…or searching?

People gather around the alters warmth

Waiting for the sacrifice to come about

The unborn child of the future mother

The Sage of the village brings about motions of hope to the youth

Freezing sheets of frost calm to show Black Tails flowing from earth

Rushing turned to Darting as the sight brought fear and hope blended

So too did the griping of the weapons on hand

Am I going to kill someone… or save them…?

The young woman with protruding belly and Kimono slowly approaches

Her Guardians give her a reassuring embrace

Sage of the temple motions for the girl to head towards the alter

Hesitantly she follows the Sage as if it be the last thing she will do

By: Kiba Ookami