Rory's Journal

I had lost my way, the glow of the bombs my only guide; It's always darkest before the dawn. What fight had I left, with no one left on my side? I have slipped and fallen; no hand to catch me, I was infallible before them. The Path of Truth lost so I could not see. Through my torn military jacket I felt it slip. Do they even know me? Her picture fell from the broken locket clip. In the worst darkness, I have fallen. My prophets lost to me, their advice; deaf to me. Who, then, shall rescue me from the flames? Only myself now. Only myself.