Ancient now am I
Five thousand generations
Of evil blood stain my hands
Yet I am not the richer
For having spilled it,
I kneel in this field
A broken warrior
His quest complete,
His sword broken
His shield shattered
His armor stripped away,
He who does but kneel
Whiling time away
But willing time to stay,
He’s lost without a sword
Lost without his quest
He wonders why he ever
Took the mantle of the best
Raises eye to heavens
Begging answers fall like rain
But only rain falls
A hot, burning rain
One that won’t wash away the pain
Only leaving more streaks and stains
Burning rivulets down his skin
Tracing paths from thoughts begin
To thoughts that never end
But thoughts can’t continue
Without stars shining in his eyes
And my star you were
I’d name you Heavenly Demise.