We sent them away,

To find a home,

One not so full of death.

All of my sons,

Gone,

My daughter died here.

That is why I wanted them to go,

I didn't want them to have the same fate.

I don't care about myself,

I just want them to live.

Life has gotten better here,

We are living,

Instead of dying.

But my mind is never far,

From my sons who have left.

Maybe I should go?

See where they have gone?

It seems crazy,

Yet there is another who feels the same urge,

Maybe it isn't crazy.

We must leave,

Find my sons,

Is it possible?

It must be.

If they followed the sign,

They must be.

We make the journey,

Are they alive?

They have to be!

That is why I sent them,

Aloud them to go.

I wouldn't if I thought they would simply die,

As they would have,

Back home.

The trip was so terrible,

How could they make it?

So many of them,

Either there was strength in numbers,

Or else it was a curse.

I can feel my strength ebbing,

But I can feel my kin's presence,

I am close.

Let them be alive,

Happy.

They have to be,

They must be. 

But,

Oh,

There they are!

My sons,

My beautiful sons,

I have found them,

As my strength ends.

But,

Then,

They tell me of what has happened,

To my friends,

To the rest of my friends.

Was it worth it?

No.

It wasn't.

I shall die in regret.

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Sorry guys! This is pretty bad, but I wanted to update and didn't have any ideas

~ Jake Vader Out.