jmsilverwolf

It's like a black tide rising up to swallow me whole. A vast empty nothingness consuming my world until all is gone. A reality consuming plague that twists and bends and warps until I am left with not but hollow madness.

How does a man stand against such impossible hatred and loneliness? How does a man fight the onslaught of such unstoppable evil?

"With faith, heart, and steel" a good man once said. With the discipline and courage of a warrior.

"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage, against the dying of the light."

Thanks for stopping by and being a friend. Silverwolf signing off.