..A Broken-Hearted Poet..

My friend, the fates are cruel...
There are no dreams, no honor remains..
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess...

My soul, corrupted by vengeance..
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey...
In my own salvation..
And your eternal slumber...

Legend shall speak..
Of sacrifice at world's end...
The wind sails over the water's surface..
Quietly, but surely..

 

Even if the morrow is barren of promises...
Nothing shall forestall my return..
To become the dew that quenches the land...
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies..
I offer thee this silent sacrifice...