Hello all, I've been doing a lot of writing lately and took a quick peek at the writer's challenge on the site. I decided to take part. The sunset pic is one of the others I took of the same one I uploaded an image before. I hope you enjoy... The Prophecy Deep in the night air I pause to consider, the fact that I may have reason to pause. In my world prophecies are reviled, to have made one is to break our laws. I sit in the night and wonder what to do, the wondering threatens me to tears. What should I do? What can I do? How shall I overcome my mortal fears? For the law's answer to any who speak, is a cold, unfeeling execution of death. And yet I must for the greater good of all, I must speak, I must, with my last breath. Let death be my companion, I will speak; Let my life end, if speaking be the ending of it. They can come and commit their violence, I will no longer sit here idle playing the hobbit. I will accomplish what must be, damn the cost. I will be silent no longer, nor chained. They cannot control nor can they stop me. I will speak, let the floor be blood-stained. I do not possess the prophecy, no one can, For the prophecy was given freely to share. I do not possess my own life, no one can, For life is given us freely, for any who dare.