There he lies, pain surging through his body, form motionless on the cold concrete.
His silky blue-green braid was sliced by the torture his family was subjected to,
Murdered as the result of a misunderstanding.
His muscular figure and creamy skin are bruised and broken,
Battered by the callous force of another.
Yet the only thought that races through his mind,
Is the idea that he has failed his soul mate.
The warrior struggles to get to his feet, but his legs weakly give way,
And another lurch of pain engulfs him.
The man bites his lower lip and pushes the pain from his mind,
Concerning himself with only the fortification of his love.
He silently reflects on the times they've spent together,
Her soft touch, her auburn hair, her peach lips brushing gently against his.
He must do all that he can to protect her.
That's what he lives for and for only that will he die.
However, the pain is getting stronger,
Boldly making its way up to seemingly rip his chest in two.
The fighter coughs uncontrollably, and a crimson liquid stains his lips,
Rolling thickly onto the ground.
His face writhes with pain and his fists clench tightly,
Holding back his inevitable fate.
But the pain is becoming too powerful,
He can no longer detain the course of nature.
His eyelids slowly flutter closed,
But his lips part slightly to utter one last plea, before his soul departs,
"Forgive me...Miaka..."
His silky blue-green braid was sliced by the torture his family was subjected to,
Murdered as the result of a misunderstanding.
His muscular figure and creamy skin are bruised and broken,
Battered by the callous force of another.
Yet the only thought that races through his mind,
Is the idea that he has failed his soul mate.
The warrior struggles to get to his feet, but his legs weakly give way,
And another lurch of pain engulfs him.
The man bites his lower lip and pushes the pain from his mind,
Concerning himself with only the fortification of his love.
He silently reflects on the times they've spent together,
Her soft touch, her auburn hair, her peach lips brushing gently against his.
He must do all that he can to protect her.
That's what he lives for and for only that will he die.
However, the pain is getting stronger,
Boldly making its way up to seemingly rip his chest in two.
The fighter coughs uncontrollably, and a crimson liquid stains his lips,
Rolling thickly onto the ground.
His face writhes with pain and his fists clench tightly,
Holding back his inevitable fate.
But the pain is becoming too powerful,
He can no longer detain the course of nature.
His eyelids slowly flutter closed,
But his lips part slightly to utter one last plea, before his soul departs,
"Forgive me...Miaka..."