The Final Run

There are many places we travel in our lives, you never really think about it but you go far and look back and see it as a single step rather then the miles of agony and heart brake you thought it was along the way. You forget the danger, because you survived and you miss the interactions because you miss the connection to other people lives. The intersection of many lines traversing through a vast mesh of thought and pattern constantly seeking perfection but always coming just shy of the final mark. We see danger all around us now, threats from monsters who have the better of us, when in actuality they are just as frail and scared as we are. Funny how that works, how life is constantly playing tricks o you and how no one does anything to change that. I have seen many years past, each with it's own scent, it's own purpose, and it's own will, but I have never been at peace with this. I know I could never change the destination but I can change the flow, if not by action then word alone. As you read this think of me, think of my Coyotes as we go now to rest and be rid of this depravity that rises to take the sanity of our towers. These factions never stop to wonder what they are fighting for; the people are tools, playthings they can just shove around. They have a spark of light within them, an ember waiting to be kindled and if they only tried for that then we could reclaim the golden age in it's fullness, even for the foolish. Forgive me, I have taken up too much time, and I have a long climb ahead of me tomorrow and need my rest, but I hope you find what you are looking for ghost. I hope they are ever bit the champion your looking for, I hope they save the people, not for a reward or because someone asked them to, but because they cared. We are alive, here and now, with hopes and dreams, waiting to go home and a guardian can do that, but sadly such a being is a myth, for the gods are cruel and our fate was never meant to be kind. There is more to this struggle, I can feel it, people are playing with our lives and while the darkness surrounds us, they too seem to be in the same pocket, trapped by fate but that can only hold such creatures at bay for a short time before they come crawling towards that fate to take it's place. Such is the way of the night, of nightmares, but also of dreams if you let them. Goodnight ghost, I wish you fair travels through the sands of time and the dreams of man. -Takanome