A cruelt angel above and the ill fate of the sword.
The innocence forever lost...you know how the tale goes.
Always the same forever different.
A brave young boy, or a broken man
And the token of love a girl with oh so much charm.
The light beneath the skin and blue eyes.
A battle of blinding light.
And the warrior's final try
The unexpected stuff and the changing tide.
And the tears with the blood some short of sacrifice
For the victory comes never too soon never cheaper enough.
Not twice the same...
With what magic art could I resume such a quest
in such few words and let it sound
all the suffering and glorious path
How to make a word speak of wisdom and pryde
If beforehand I know they don't self express.
How to describe a world of images for someone without them.
Oh mighty muse show me help! Give me strenght!
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