Darkness
They look for a way
A hope
There must be something to believe in
Without something to hold onto...
No,
Must not think that way
Spinning faster
The whirlpool does not calm fears
But escalates them to the point of no return
Return...
Can they after this?
A city searching for a savior,
A soldier to fight alongside them
But looks are deceiving,
And trust is not something to treat lightly
Or throw around without care,
But only a few know these precious truths
So where do they turn?
Or rather, where do we turn?
How is this city any different than our own,
Except...
Their warrior has already come to war.
