Old words, A new light.

[Wolf's Rain]

I wrote this poem a while ago on a compleatly different site, and it had nothing to do with any of this. I posted it here just for the heck of it, but It seems to have taken on a whole new meaning lately. I'll let you decide for your selves.

Unto the mist I run with the,
A vison of enernity.
Blind to what may lie ahead,
Yet onward still in hope we tread.

Enernal falls the rain,
and drowns the world in sorrow.
A mist of time in doubt,
and wanting for tomorrow.

But still we run to find,
what eludes us evermore.
That light beyond the darkness.
The sign of dissant shore.
--Searching