Warriors, why do you let your weapons fall? A battle lost is not yet a battle done! Does the outnumbered wolf bare her throat to await the killing bite? Never! She fights until her very last breath no matter how much blood she’s lost or how her vision darkens! Her snapping jaws are ever at the ready to take one final foe down with her. Pick up your blades, warriors; fight with every heartbeat left!
in these dark days I am grateful for sages and oracles, Greek choruses and seers, for I am bereft of the hope necessary to play such roles anymore, no, now I am too weary, too full of mindless rage to provide good counsel, now I am a banshee and all I can do is wail we are dying, we are dying, we are dying