For all the loss.
The battle scared
Deserted limbs found abandoned by defeated foes
And I will be a better soul,
than others before that have been pulled down to darkness below.
Don't you ever retreat!
Save your words for those who fight the blind.
I'll be the one to hollow out all the rotted I find
Better just to fight before the fall
Better just to love before the loss
Better not to burn out bright enough
Better just to stare into the sun.
Better not to be the only one.
Sever what will only drag you down; I'm not the only one.
We all will weave these delicate lives over and over with passion that bleeds from time after time.
Oh you cruel fates, justice moves my heart to bury a brother, what would you have me do?
Leave him to the birds? Leave him to the beasts? Asphyxia would sooner now take my neck!