Like battle drums rolled the great mighty thunder,

Through the billowing sky and torrential fray.

Like volleys of arrows the rain tore asunder...





But Twilight kept on her way.





The lightning flashed, searing the sky with its blades.

Like the swords of the gods, they danced and they clashed,

Rending the air in their torment and rage...





But Twilight endured her task.





The forest, a withering monstrous mass.

The mist like a specter writhed within wooded halls.

A terror for the coward; a bane for the rash...





But Twilight carried on.





For her kin was taken.

For her child was gone.

For her brother was lost,

To the darkness beyond.

So the maelstrom roared,



In its wicked dismay,

Doing all in its power,

To keep her at bay.





But her love was far greater,

Than nightmares ahead.

Her love was far stronger

Than fear of death.

So Twilight went forth



In the dark of the night,

Pressing on with these words:





“I’m coming for you, Spike.”



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What a wonderful picture. So full of dynamism and power with its effective lighting and determined expression. So mysterious with the blackened forest and the mist in the background. And what a wonderful portrait of my favorite character in the show. Well done!