the ever ending night

As he glimpsed in the mud and the horror a new found beauty despite the terror he felt with in as friends long since lost to the meaningless slaughter a white unicorn standing untouched by the bloody mire of this land and in its eyes he saw his hour and yet there was a feeling that this was but a sign of such a begin of an even great slaughter by the hands of his fell man as he

walk out to stand by this thing that had given him such a feeling that had grown and bloomed with in him as even this the bloody mire that mankind has made as its idea of a world to come he found he no long cared to walk the path that those in power try to make one walk as they desire only power and wealth they say we are right so he turns his back and leave what

he once took for life only to find a flower and a feeling of ever lasting peace behind these new gate and as a world full of flowers and gentle rain does fall as he walk to the begin of a new life far from the mad desire of men as a stream that flows out of woods that are once more green he feel alive even if he walks in the land of the dead