Tears blurred my vision as I held him in my arms . His last moment playing on repeat. He died yet a smile rested on his face , pain was nowhere to be seen as he heard you sing one last time before he said goodbye.
People used to love wars and battles for the glory and wealth it gave them. But only the warriors get close to the disaster they created.
Brushing off the tears from his smile I finally looked around to actually realize what wrath they released when he fell.
My hands are bloody... I could never call myself a hero looking down at my love I sighed grabbing my loyal blade.
,,No one should call me a hero as I do not have light in me. I can't stand being alive while you are not walking down this path with me."
Looking up at the clouds the sky looked miserable maybe earth was weeping with me.
I took my last breath, the blade finding my heart. Maybe in another lifetime we can have better luck.
Maybe ...
