March March March
The Journey Begins
His only friend now was his iron Widow Maker
His Mind fallen into a stage of complex feelings
Grasping Him

*Remember Her*

A Darkness covered his thoughts
A Darkness or anguishing sorrow
A sorrow of “I miss my wife”
My Beautiful wife’s touch, her never ending faith, her love
Maybe she corrupted him
Maybe he corrupted himself

*Remember her kiss*

The Horn Blasted
The Darkness split into millions of shards of glass cutting his feelings
All He Bled was fear now
He grabbed his sword tight
He ran as fast as he could

*forget your cause*

A being of another reason ran towards him
What was his philosophy?
Why was he here?
He came close

*Silence your heart and open your Hate*

He screamed, His thoughts blank
His sword traveled

*Remember this feeling*

With a swing of a blade
A man fell down lifeless
In a swing of a blade
His sanity became as lifeless as the man on the floor
And so was the memory of his wife