Lost at night, no stars in sight.
The cold wind chills deep down to the bones.
The worlds different, not for the faint heart.
The darkness creeps the fog lays down, you cannot see even on the ground.
Home is far, and fear runs deep.
Lost and alone, except the howls to keep you company, the wolves are hungry and they hunt the fear.
Cold and weak the end is bleak.
The Owls mock, the mosquitos annoy, the wolves like time hunt you, stalk you.
Fear wins out and the strength fades fast. To fight or quit, the choice is yours, the end or the start.
To stand and fight, to fall and sleep, the battle rages on, the battle for the light.