Blinded by tears from tails of yore
Shadowed realms slept in ignorant bliss
The leaders of each coward and weak
Climbed to new heights promising peace
Lined in the veils of calming speech
Battlements formed beneath clouds of night
Brethrens summoned from a corrupted kin
The lines of war drew in curves upon sands of red
But among the rage lived two pure of soul
Protecting each self with unrivaled love
Bracing the rain of crimson tears
They dispelled the shroud of amassing fears
Among the masses of deadening soul
She harvested hope upon morbid dread
Rallying the people with words of joy
She brought doom to its lifeless end
Whereas he fought to keep the spirit alive
Rekindling love for one's fellow man
Continuing to engage in an unfruitful goal
He longed for one thing above all else…
As harbingers came foretelling tails of death
Summoners were called to defend thy lands
Hearts pure and of noble intent,
They marched into the fields of deadening light
Eyes of old but youth of self,
She too was called to form the lines
Fearing not the times of late
Hope traveled to the one she so loves most
Accepting not her promise of return
He left in haste to bring the calm
Ravaged by hate upon fear and upon hope
Leaving her without a moment of lasting embrace
Fighting away shattering screams
Each telling lies of forbidden halt
He dove within the cavern beneath foreign lands
Both in soul and physical right
Believing this above all else
He began the songs…requiem to the strangled calm
But as he played with continuing passion
Shadows of death played in his mind
With one bellowing scream
His orchestra ended turning to whom he sought to protect
Speaking words in visible passion
She stopped his act of rash descent
Without fear and without love,
Soldiers of late rushed to comply
Leveling guns in the shadows of power
Breaking the embers of kindled flames
Two souls died… ending all hope of man