chapter 11

The day is not lost as I await to the ones of fallen dead .

It is there gaining strength over the haunted hills. A fate i cannot see over the light of dawn .A prophecy of his return haunts me so .In the days to come .

In preventing sefron hell .A fate unforeseen by the light of early dawn .As of spoken .

I know they listen .Hissing like beast between light and the realm they watch .

And I know my fate .As stars gather amongst those fallen dead .The silent eve bears end .

So the dead stumble and fell .04