We walk alone through the shadowed night like solitary nymphs
Wandering through an eerie glade.
We tug at the cloak of protection around our weary shoulders,
Thinking that it will protect us from the coming storm;
Eyes peeking out of a hooded head, hiding from the reach of reality.
Those who march together are stronger, or seemingly,
Clawing together like carrion clans of half-hearted hounds,
Till the inescapable grasp of self reliance
Tears them back to shreds of lost and lonely so