WAR

WELL THE SONG OF GOOD CHEER HAS BARELEY FADED FROM OUR DRUKEN BROW, THE MEMORIES OF REN
FAIR ARE REPLACED WITH A THROBING DRUM OF DULL PAIN.POUNDING,POUNDING,POUNDING,YOU REACH OUT FOR SOMETHING ANYTHING TO QUIET THE NOISELESS SCREAMING.YOUR EYES OPEN SLOWLY
WHILE YOU PRAY AND HOPE THAT YOU ARE SOMEWHERE SAFE.THEN YOU REALIZE FAINTLY WHAT THE
POUNDING SPEAKS.BL..TA..BLAC...TAL..BLACKTALON,BLACKTALON,BLACKTALON,CHARGEEE, THEN YOU NOTICE HOW BLUE THE SKY IS, HOW HEAVY YOUR ARMOR CAN BE WHEN YOU HIDE IN IT,THEN YOU REMEMBER WHATS ITS LIKE TO GO TO WAR.NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE,WHY THE SKY IS BLUE WHY
THE SREAMING CANT BE HEARD,WHY YOU WILL WAIT A FEW MORE MOMENTS BEFORE YOU TRY TO GET
UP.....OR MAYBE YOU WONT.....YOU SAY TO YOURSELF THANK GOODNESS THIS IS ONLY A GAME.
THANK GOODNESS THIS IS ONLY A GAME.THATS RIGHT BOY AND GIRLS AND ITS OUR GAME.....
ITS TIME TO GET READY FOR WAR.. BLACK TALON WEST WILL TRY TO MEET AND PRACTICE AT LEAST
2 TWICE A WEEK UNTIL ESTRALLA.GOOD HEALTH AND HAPPINESS TO ALL IN THE COMING NEW YEAR
PEACE,LOVE,WAR...TF