standing on a pillar of knolege and a golden road of the past long behind me. i stand near a coss roads. holding fast to my past life one filled with uncerntanty and fear. i do not know where i would be. insead i turned and veared off heading for the moutains.
"filled with gold and riches beyond imagenaction. adventure rests and waites for the wandering travler." still this road had its faults. cloudy it may apear. washed out and dark it may look. but seen in the heat of the moment, and ilumanated by moon light one may see past the fog of clouds, and clear the way for othersto fight, travle, and even make life better.
"i have ears " state a crazzy old man preaching ofr a new way to seak. "Warrior says the wind, chieftan says the rain... but why seek you me?.. met you your match?... met you your match..."
ever constantis the need to discover what the enemy dose in thei hidden caves, vallie's and woods of the world. and i am here to find them. and see that they come to awerthy end. on of battle, and glory beeing consumed in the fires of war.
 morti_cacciatore · Thu Sep 14, 2006 @ 05:23am · 1 Comments |
