The sky bleeds tears of glass,
Cutting skin, tearing life,
He lies alone amidst the ruin
Of all that stands for righteousness;
Naught but purpose strengthens him
Whilst great wizards fight
For all that is lost - the Dark Lord lives
And greed will reign once more.
A solitary figure among the dead,
He must go on, he must not die
For life is but a fleeting pain,
Extinguished with one tongue-flick,
A necrotic cantata of joyous evil,
Within the bounds of immortality
And driven from despairing childhood,
Neither can live while the other survives.
End notes: Thanks for reading. A review to make up for those lost after The Accidental Deletion would be much appreciated :)