I sense they are coming, coming, for the battle. They come with those horrid carts with chains that rattle. They wear stern set faces, as they have conqured many places. I run through the streets of my city hoping, hoping, that I am not caught, as I would truly be distraught. I see a warrior shoot his arrow, but alas it was to narrow. BANG! The walls fall and so have the birds that sang. Our battle has been lost, like the summer frost. This battle shall be remembered forevermore, until time itself is nevermore.
The city stands in ruins among the mist, my keys to freedom in my keepers fist, and he stares at me with a glowing, crimson eye. I shall not dare look back, at least until the day I die. He locks me in steel cage, and I let out a scream of rage, may its echo remain in the halls forevermore until time itself is nevermore.
My keepers faceplate is hidden by a mask, perhaps to hide the scars, from a trecherous task. His pulsing crimson eyes, watch me, waiting for me to die. I have grown a feeling for him, love. Even though he might throw me in a stove. May the love last forevermore, until time itself is nevermore.