Lost in an endless black night, unable to see or comprehend the surroundings, like a child ignorant of the looming danger, I totter on the cliff's edge. Conscious of the drop, but unable to gauge the distance, I feel pulled to the sheer drop. Emotions have wrapped themselves tightly around my face so that I can neither see nor breathe in the relief that my heart tells me is there. Lines of worry, fear, and pain have etched out the words "even the mightiest too shall fall" across my countenance and though I read them, I feel helpless to erase. The strong facade crumbles as the true inner bitterness begins to show it's fangs to the world, and though I struggle to preserve the pieces left of my heart from more trauma, I know I have given away too many to be successful in the fight. Alone in the night I stand, battling beside those who cannot hear my battle cry or understand that I am trying to save us all.