The warm sun has set,
And a blade with blood is now wet.
Over his eyes, cold night now falls,
Hearing now only the lost's calls.
Struck by his sworn brother,
Destined to oppose one another.
One life now taken,
The other now forsaken.
Once together so close and fond,
A seemingly eternal bond,
Now shattered and broken,
The memory only a token.
The Darkness and the Light,
Fate-cursed to fight.
One meant to die,
One left to cry.
Now on this dreadful day,
A soul has been sent away,
Guided towards its end
By the gentle hand of a friend.
Face flooded with tears,
Having met their darkest fears,
Long has he cried
For the one who by his hand died.
The regret and sorrow
Stole his hope for tomorrow,
He hid all alone
His only desire to atone.
On this path the fallen knew
Exactly what he had to do,
A wonderful life given
Taken by a sword now driven.
On this now silent face,
There was no sorrowful trace.
He saved his friend from death,
Even though it cost his final breath.
So often too soon,
The sun gives life to the moon,
But in harmony their souls yearn,
Eternally bound to repeat and return.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
The warm sun has set,
And a blade with blood is now wet.
Over his eyes, cold night now falls,
Hearing now only the lost's calls.
Struck by his sworn brother,
Destined to oppose one another.
One life now taken,
The other now forsaken.
Once together so close and fond,
A seemingly eternal bond,
Now shattered and broken,
The memory only a token.
The Darkness and the Light,
Fate-cursed to fight.
One meant to die,
One left to cry.
Now on this dreadful day,
A soul has been sent away,
Guided towards its end
By the gentle hand of a friend.
Face flooded with tears,
Having met their darkest fears,
Long has he cried
For the one who by his hand died.
The regret and sorrow
Stole his hope for tomorrow,
He hid all alone
His only desire to atone.
On this path the fallen knew
Exactly what he had to do,
A wonderful life given
Taken by a sword now driven.
On this now silent face,
There was no sorrowful trace.
He saved his friend from death,
Even though it cost his final breath.
So often too soon,
The sun gives life to the moon,
But in harmony their souls yearn,
Eternally bound to repeat and return.