Angels don't Cry

Hi again everyone! I'm very pleased with how this has turned out and am thinking of ending it at 8 or 10 chapters, just to be even. I might do more, but it's unlikely, because it's hard enough as it is now, although I do have some great suggestions. Are my chapters too short? Well, they are poems, and I think this amount of chapters is long enough for a poem. I'll stop blabbing now and get to the point, ok?

Chapter 7: Live Again

The time is near,

For us to go,

But our eternal battle,

Is nowhere near so,

In the end,

No-one wins,

But still we fight,

Through thick or thin,

I believe in hope,

In new life again,

Where memories start anew,

Not burdened with guilt from time past,

Like lucky fish,

Back to the sea they are cast,

Given a chance to try again,

A chance to lead a different path,

That's how our Tamer's will live again,

Their past shall matter no more,

You can't be burdened with what you know not,

That is how they'll live

That is what we wish,

For new life,

Be angels no more,

Be simple humans and not know all,

Maybe it shall happen soon,

If we end the family curse,

For that is what we are destined to do,

Or maybe,

Our destiny is to fight forever more,

Fate happens in a strange way,

Never straight, nor one lane,

Going crooked, going askew,

We never know what we shall do,

If that is so,

We cannot think,

That our lives we'll change in a simple eye blink,

But although we cannot know,

Hope is still there,

Forever strong and forever there,

Much like our current present state,

Never changing from this or that,

Always the same,

Time and time again,

Feelings shall never change,

Emotions remain tightly strained,

Like dogs on a tight leash,

They will never run free again,

We may never cease to exist,

We may never cease to fight,

Why can we not ever stop?

Because our lives will be nothing more,

Without the battles they are blank,

We will not waste our lives,

As everlasting as they are,

We shall have no regrets when we finally die,

But when will that time come?

None of us know,

But we can wait and wait,

And wait some more,

All the time,

Attempting to fill the blank,

Fill what can never be filled,

But it's not only adventures we can fill it with,

We can try another way,

You don't only fill a bottle with water,

You may fill it with some ice cold drinks,

For that is what a life is,

To find other ways to past the time,

We try to gain true love,

Love to fill that empty space,

But while I wish to hope again,

Krad has lost that special right,

Lost it on that fateful night,

The night where we gave the world our names,

The night where we began our games,

The games that fill our lives,

Krad's purpose is only to Hunt,

Mine is not so very blunt,

I may do whatever I wish,

For I have a true heart,

His is a fake,

One lamely provided in hopeful vain,

But my main reason to live and live again,

Is to Thieve,

And escape the net the Hunter has lain.