I blink -- and when I open my eyes, I see an all-to-familiar place. I have cleared the space The darkness is complete, Around me, and look And yet somehow, Desparately for the way out I can see the shadows Because I know I've made it out Which are beginning to Before. Attack. But no path to freedom is found, I cannot even draw my weapons And I grow weary. Before they are upon me, Maybe this time, I'm not And when I do, I realize Supposed to make it out, That this time could be To survive. The last. I have fought long and hard, I swing repeatedly, killing And proven myself One here, three there, but As well as I could, and as oft. For each of them I kill, But the odds are all against Another two appear Me tonite. To feast. --The Lone Bard-- 9/20/94 The darkness closes in, Forcing me to struggle for air... I know my fight is lost, But I refuse to surrender. I have survived this long-- I can withstand another Night. --The Lone Bard -- 9/29/94 "Watching him fight, I was moved. Even when he collapsed to the ground, wearied beyond anything he had ever known, he continued to fight. He did not want to lose this fight, as if he knew more was at stake than himself. When I saw him stop moving, I stepped closer, to see if he was truly dead, or if it was some form of ruse. Once again, I wished for the ability to interfere in mortal affairs, but alas, even I am bound by rules. As I approached, I heard him whisper: 'I tried...' and then he was gone, ne'er to be seen on the material plane again." --Excerpt from "The Chronicles of the Multiverse" by Raven the Chronicler.