I wake up in a land,
a shadow land to be exact,
All there is,
is the smokey shadows that haunt the land,
but with my catlist eyes can see clearly,
this land is my home,
the ruins of my home,
home,
yes, this smokey shadow land is my home,
I love it so thoug,
I am not alone,
for the one that makes these shadows is
the shadow boy and his wolves,
who draped a thick black curtain of shadows
and darkness over my land, my home land.