bleeding hearts, buried amongst one another.
a casket of tomes, a stolen freedom
sword at the helm, an owner long gone,
one final strike, is all it took.

step after step through the sweltering heat
a thousand of tears drip down my chin
as i gaze down upon the endless valleys.

the fearless, facing the unknown
with bravery dying alongside their hearts,
yet coursing, rushing, and blazing through mine.

tear down the banners,
storm the city!
burn the listless memories.
tell the whole world-
the cruel fury of a god is no more.

with freedom is on the horizon,
all but a glimpse away,
hope blooms once more,
it lights up the darkest of times,
soothing the aches of my heart.

to reenact the spark of rebellion,
to purge this world of destruction,
to rid of this wretched eternity.
one final strike, is all i'll need.