Wonderfully wondering
What will become of them
As they’re all wandering
Into the night
How they’ll evolve
And how they will fight
When immersed in a place
That deprives them of sight
To the monsters and demons
This place is called home
And the outcasts and heathens
Are all stripped to the bone
But with fire in their hearts
Our dear heroes depart
To find what awaits
In the dubious dark
A Life in Poems 