Niam Horayne - Love in a Boy Band

Better than a chapter

I know all you guys are waiting for an update, but I was about half-way done with the chapter and my writing juices stopped flowing. So I wrote this instead, because it seemed to be one of the only things I COULD write at the moment. It's basically a longish poem type thing. Don't read it if you're not interested. The actual chapter should be up sometime this weekend.

Last Stand

His blade flashed forth in the dying light, a spark of hope on an ebon eve. The hero held his ground, and although his enemies swarmed, although his strength slowly fled his limbs, he fought on, a beacon of light in a crumbling world. And yet, one can only so long hold of the legion. And shorter still, to know that one's end awaits against jimpossible odds. And yet, for some, for the valiant of heart, it does not dishearten. May he go on venerating what he thought was right, what the just cause in his eyes proved true. And, that just cause could well not be just in the eyes of another, but better than a death as hiding, cornered by the inevitable. So the hero raised his sword, and called to rally those around him. Those that yet lived looked up, and it seemed to them, day had just dawned after the darkest night. Yet night soon consumes day, and so it was. One might lament that it was unworthy that such a brave soul should pass on in such a way. Indeed, if all was judged and fair, such a hero should die at an old age, surrounded by friends and family, close their eyes, and so go quietly into the next life. But alas, it is not so, and the world in which we dwell more often repays good with evil than with good. A harsh lesson, to be sure, and yet that does not diminish the need for the generous and kind soul who gives of himself so others might live. Many ask, especially when bitter with malice given in exchange for kindness of heart, why then, have compassion for others if none back is received? Because the virtuous expect to be treated with the virtue of others. Indeed, many succumb to greed and self-thought, but some do not. And for those that do, but only mildly, one must remember that it is our own survival instinct to prioritize ourselves before others. How cruel a fate, to have lived such a life in light and suffer such a death in dark, thinks us, the onlookers of the hero's grave end. And yet the hero himself, who knows that he now stares death in the eyes, feels no pity or self-remorse. Nor does he feel as if he is liberated from a task, as it was his chosen burden to bear. For one who has given so much, it is almost an honor, not a grim obligation, to die for such a cause. For one who gives unto others until nothing remains of him is the greatest hero of all.

I hope you enjoyed that. Much love, my sexuals.

Mwah! mwah! *feel the love*