On my way home

I met a man called Shadow,

He lived among the twilight,

His eyes were filled with sorrow,

His arms were cold the touch,

He was always fighting the light to prevent him from perishing…


I met a woman called War,

  Her eyes were filled with flames of fury,

Her skin was scattered with scars and battle marks,

She was like a wolf howling to the full moon.


I met a girl called autumn,

Her eyes were filled with leaves,

Her skin was creased like a leaf

The wind would sometimes blow her away.


I met a soldier called ambition,

His eyes were filled with success.


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