staggered...
lost in the heat of battle...
my sword stained with blood of different braves;
my sword stained with blood of different fools...
fools who sought for the most foolish of thrills: War...
war that has plagued millions,
war that searched for no reason,
war that stained hearts with hatred,
war that spawned rage...
rage that cost me everything:
my posture,
my blood,
my humility,
my pride,
my strength,
my sanity,
my feelings,
the very soul that I possess...
and they all fell before me...
enticing greed,
insatiable blood lust,
pointless aggression,
fury...
and when it was all over, I stood in the middle of the puddle of corpses...
shivering along the eerie silence,
deafened by the recurring cries of hatred...
i roared...
This is one of the 7 Psalms of Sven's sword, the Blood Requiem... Sven must engrave the 7Psalms of Frailties, the souls of the 7 Bards, in the sword... Their songs shall resonate, singing the requiem of this world, and the birth of a new...
"Despair of the seven, blood of the eighthth..."
- Words engraved on the Blood Requiem...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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