Iknowonlythatthebattleisspiritualwhocantellmorebutthewarriorstherenoteventhey

Saturday, April 07, 2007 A flare has leapt upwards, unconcerned for gravity, slowing, straining forward again. It falls to pieces as it flys , giving all it has to reach it's meaning. It falls to pieces. It's reached its mark. Down below, a light. The warrior can see. A face comes to focus it's bent against him. Its voice is heard "I KNOW YOUR NAME!" "I know yours" the warrior replys. The face falls away and in the midst of the darkness that consumes him one less is there. The face will return to join those it has left another day. PREPARE.