Give it a thought,
At least one more time.
Let us consult
The one advisor
Before we draw a conclusion
To our, what seems to be,
Incomplete memoir.

The sword taken
Out of its sheath,
Determined to repel all persuasions.
The dreams we dreamt
To see the many stars
Is now left as just a dream.

Only toil left for me
Is to convince myself to
Believe this is the plan of the One.
However, the ***** that sustains my life
Aches to see the present
Becoming only a history.
Dreaming again to see
The brighter star laid before our eyes.
I bid you
Farewell.