Even though I dislike you.
To be judgemental would just be hypocrit
and contradicting.
So I don't condemn you, my young brother.
I should apologize, I should drop to my knees
bow my head in front of you, in utter defeat.
For I feel partly responsible, you started walking the same path as me.
Wearing the same armor, shield, sword  and unwavering willpower
obtained through sheer loyalty.
The White Knight gallops proudly on his Steed.
And I discarded my weaponry.
Dropped the shield that weighs oh so heavily.
My silver sword turned to Red Gold
stained with the pain of those  I slayed
Who at the time stood in my way.
Even though they were beside me.
Their ghosts and thoughts lingered behind me.
Forever having my back and heart regardless of me stabbing theirs.
That sword now rests proudly inside my heart
and never more will it be stained in their blood.
I'll carry it proudly for it is engraved with thoughts
A testimony of their faith and love.
Now those ghosts from the past
are ressurected again.
And for that I am truly blessed my friend.

You're walking down the path and experience how the story unfolds.
But I just finished writing the book.
This Song of Life is stuck on repeat.