The Dead, Gone, And Damned

by the wise and the brave

All she wanted was a home. But the fates are cruel and life isn't fair.

I look at the barren battlefield.

As I look, I remember.

Everything I lost.

Remembering is painful. It hurts more than a knife in your heart or a dagger in your stomach.

Remembering brings regret.

And I certainly have too many regrets.

I regret that I fought with the gods.

I regret that I killed.

I regret that I didn't do enough to stop her.

But it's too late. She's one of the dead, gone, and damned.

But remembering also brings hope.

And I do believe that hope is what matters now.

And maybe, just maybe, with hope, I can start again.

- A Believer