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The wind whispers into my ear

"there's no escape from what you fear"

I turn around but find no foe

but demons buried long ago.



The shadows harbor thoughts of pain

even the full moon can't obtain

"your powers great are usless here"

I feel the end is drawing near.



The voices challenge and beckon on

the viscious chant unlike a song

they ask why I do even try

"you know that it's your time to die".



I wonder if I have the heart

or will my soul be torn apart

"you can not fight, you know you'll loose"

I see this is my time to choose.



I match my wits against their own

but it was I that cried that painful moan

"around your throat my hands have wrung"

at last the darkness found he won.