Running into battle, thinking of you,
Raising my sword high into the blue,
All I can do is fight now,
For you, and for my crown.
The battle ensues,
The dragons flew,
Nothing but a butchery,
Everything, all risked because of my folly.
Blood drips down my blade,
The memories of us, engraved,
Hundreds and hundreds of friends, slaughtered,
Just because I have faltered.
This is last day of my empire,
My friends become foes, their judgment, impaired,
I wish this fighting with would stop,
The memories of us, what I am fighting for, on top.
I stand alone in the battlefield,
Never giving up, never wanting to yield,
It seems so hopeless though,
I'd die for you, I hope you will remember, my loathe,
Of the people that have killed our friends,
Somehow though, you start to blend,
Drifting away from me,
Accepting the fact that I shall never be,
More than I am now, only ruthless,
Hope........is leaving my clueless,
To why everone thinks it is hopeless,
This is what I say to you, my being now blessed,
'There is no such thing as Hopelessness.'
I wish you can understand this light,
And fight! |
