Everything I have done, I regret.
Like a nightmare that never ends, my misled choices are always there, haunting me.
My life means nothing.
I have nothing, and I deserve nothing.

Except love.
Love is what keeps me here, sacrificing my life in repent.
It is the only power the darkness knows naught.
The love for the woman whose murder I caused.

The night it happened, my head was clouded, stormy.
I heard a prophesy and sought to tell the darkness.
If I had known who the prophesy was for, she would still be alive.
If only I’d known what I was causing: the death of Lily, the light in my darkness, the best friend I loved.

I sold myself to the darkness but I live for the light.
I live to protect the son of the man that I hate.
For in the face of my greatest enemy, are the eyes of my only
love.
Always.

So like a pawn in a game of chess I am played.
And for the love and goodness of light I fight.
There is nothing for me but to protect whom I hate.
Guarding the green eyes of The Boy Who Lived.