Alas! My tortured soul lies here, ravished by the darkness.
The eternal flames of fire and blood pounding at my heart, tearing me.
I try to cry, but you have taken even that from me.
Every last thing, every last hope, hope and faith, tattered me, battered me,
raped my eyes with your dark delusions of your terrible wrath.
I don’t understand!
I see blood and feel nothing... nothing,
I feel not my own thoughts, my senses all jumbled.
At the spur of a moment you tortured me, grinding your sword into my chest,
And now I sit here, heaving, bleeding, waiting to die, wanting to die, just
let me die!
Let me die now!
You’ve taken enough, my pride, my soul, what more do you want?
I cannot defeat you...
There!
I admit it!

Can’t you feel it too?
The blood in my mouth?
The chill in the air?
Or are you used to it?
I had plans, brilliant plans,
Such a valiant life, jubilant plans,
All of them gone.

You took them, to toy with, you deviate these people and conform them to
your will, and I, the hero, can do nothing.
Why won’t you let me die?
Honor me with my last request.... rip this sword from my chest and let me
bleed to my death.
No! Don’t walk away!
Alas! I beg! These last hours of mine have been enough.....

What do you make of me now, i wonder?
Why do you leave me here?
Who will you tell of this?
I can’t see you now...
There is too much blood....
Is this what you fantasized about for so long?
Will you ravish me again?
After I am dead?
Will you burry me?

But even you cannot hear me now...
Damn you,
You and your sword,
Your darkness,
Your stench.

Your stench, it makes my nose rot upon the smell....
And your eyes, they tore my soul out, cut my tongue and so much more.
But none with your hands, you did none with your hands,
You stalked all these years and forgotten your hands.

After the throne... I spared you....
I spared you from your death, giving you a punishment of a life of
guilt.....
And you come after me, yet again...
Of course you do.
Pah! If I could spit I could!
But it’s too late for me now,
Too late for my preaching,
Too late for my thoughts.
I still cannot feel,
Still cannot think with this throbbing head.
I give up.

Finally, your shining knight gives up.

 
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