The Final Battle...My Friend.
Looking over everything I did
I can say I've tried my best,
Fighting, defending over overlapping fields
Yet i believe I'm not fulfilled and at rest.
My magic surrounds me like a shield of metal
But can not defend me when it comes to him,
My heart stops, ligaments frozen
My chances of surviving are slim.
My brother, my friend, a true clot-pole inside
Stands before me, a contained steady grip,
Yet he slowly slips away from me, like water in my palm
Continually falling, I slip.
The die was casted long, long ago
When my eyes first laced his royal blues,
Iron catching on the soft, soft grass
Galloping round, I cruise.
Nature died with me as soon as his life was poured.
Out of my hand...no control..
I burned the witches cross and drowned it in water
Though my heart was spluttering when his was sewn
My future..my destiny drifted out to the open
Slowly making its way across death and life's path,
My soul will always be attached to my kings
The vivid picture of our final laugh.