" Fire of the cave, molds the sands of time to the channel of ones mind, when entered the free lights of compassion express the desire for that of the unbecoming, Black winds flush the last hope into the tunnel of sorrow upon the receipt of its course, the pain of live flourishes, the hearth widens and others consume. For I realize that my life is going, and my energy is being passed one to a new worthy fighter, once the winds whirlwind back into the fire shall I resume my course in Life
