LAMENTS OF A VICTORIOUS KNIGHT

This is the final stage; the Battle of Salvation is finally taking its toll on me. I am losing hope and in the point of no return. I am ready to kill… even if it means sacrificing my current strength and power. But then, an angel with magnificent wings came, striding down from the heavens to help me. This beautiful being flew, his golden hair flying with grace and with a voice of thunder, he commanded the wind to blow my enemies away. And together with those tyrants, my heart is blown away by his glowing presence.

My heart continued to pound while his sky blue eyes were fixed upon me with gentle caress. His singing voice asked, "Are you alright, my knight?" I nodded and took my arms to show that I am still capable to fight. Strangely, deep down, although I am no longer hurting physically, pain won't escape me. I remembered the fact that after this war, me and my angel shall part and never see each other again. It hurts - so MUCH that I am starting to feel numb all over. I admit that I have shown him rudeness and great dislike and, his attitude of easy-going and selfless inhibitions annoy me. But, his noble comforts my homesick mind, his humble and energetic songs heal me, and his scheming pure intentions soften my stone-hard pride. If only I could do something so I can remain at his side forever – but I cannot

I confronted my greatest foe and thought, "Farewell my dear angel and do not forget that I love you… I, who belong to my past, truly love you who were the captive of time and his future. I bid the most painful farewell to you, my love… Goodbye."

As these thoughts of never-ending passion remain unspoken, I thrust my sword to the Lord of Darkness, marking the end of the Battle – and together with it, the end of my most wonderful dreams.