Wings of fate
(Connor Kenway)
4-12-13 to 1-17-13
The stars seem so dull of the late.
As I ponder in this sullen state.
In their life was I some metaphor?
Just a small figure in a forgotten lore.
In this play an insignificant part,
On this stage the show is about to start.
These men whom I sought to protect,
Are my enemies the closer I inspect.
I became their puppet without a thought.
A contradiction to the goals I sought.
Now I bear the betrayal of those in blue.
Now to me a sickening hue
Am I truly fit to be,
The man my Mentor saw in me?
What would my birth father say,
If he saw me so wretched on this day?
The blood of my best friend stains my hands,
All for the sake of these sacred lands.
In me he saw the regime of the corrupt.
Something that ended his life so abrupt.
These men whom I sought to protect,
Are my enemies the closer I inspect.
I became their puppet without a thought.
A contradiction to the goals I sought.
Now I bear the betrayal of those in blue,
Now to me a sickening hue.
What is my purpose from now until my death?
Since for now the Templars have reached their last breath?
You who have helped me set this land free,
I beg of you to help me.