User:Thefalcondecends

thefalcondecends
Wanderer of the wild path he stalks the ravaged land surreptiously, eagerly devouring its secrets, smiting his foes and rewarding his friends gloriously. Born in fire he searches for reason, apeasing the gapping maw of his soul...raw with the hurt still clear in his face. How many times will he die trying to erase his disgrace? Is this all that there is? Time marches on as is its wont and a kernel of anger begins to evolve, turning and burning with unyielding yearning constantly testing and erroding resolve til finnally a boiling tempestous rage peers at the wasteland through empty eyes...a simpering wimpering keening noise escapes slowly and lowly from parched lips then building wildly through howling and growling and on in rampant crescendo ever increasing to a devastating roar. A nuclear wind is blowing in from the east and darkness rides its back and in the darkness the unsettling giggling of madness ripples through a shattered dream receding into black. You wont have to come looking for me...