just another random.

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”                                                                               ― Ernest Hemingway

Prologue When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water’s surface The wandering soul knows no rest

There is no hate, only joy For you are beloved by the goddess Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Pride is lost, wings stripped away, the end is nigh

My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

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