I have aged as time's worn on
And now my life is nearly gone
A life of war and battles many
Plundered cities and now I'm ready
To battle with my final foe
I will face the Reaper's blow

I have but one wish of my death
It be in battle mong horses breath
Gleaming steel and flowing blood
Dying men and victory's flood

I wish not to die on my throne
Be in the field my final groan
There have been battles I have lost
And my life they've nearly cost

October 13, 2007 (NorthWest Herald / Geneva White) -- It isn't easy being a bat. Everyone seems to be frightened of you. They accuse you of having rabies and sucking blood. Women are terrified that you'll fly into their hair.

-Lane-

So languid in your carefree world,
My voice lost to the wind.
Watching, waiting.
We danced through the cobalt night,
And it was right for just a minute.
For a moment I soar,
As I picture you here;
A friend.
Yet your voice speaks against your face;
Your words like fire,
The dark mist of dreams burnt off by your laugh.
I swear it won't be like this again,
Until I see your smile
And forget your laugh.

Howling Stars
September 14, 2001