Fallen in tragedy after tragedy,

I weep for an end of the dispair.

It cut so deep, that dagger of the villainous mind.

Yet we lay in helpless grounds of desolate nightmares.

Your body grows cold

as mind grows weak.

It's a game of death.

It's a storm of power.

Your courage is the only source of light that can bring peace.

As my wisdom guides you through countless journeys.

But if you lay as in death,

 will all that was good remain in the hands of evil?

The villian displays no pity;

 no remorse.

Our wounds remain agonizing.

Your eyes still remain unopen.

I pray to the goddesses for a stop.