Our fates intertwined like fingers,

Yours ended with a gun,

Mine with a tear,

But we crossed together,

Hand in hand.

Cold fingers outstretched as we ran on,

Past the Nightmares and Blood,

To the Forest and the Storm,

Yet that didn't stop us, as our faces changed,

And our lives rolled on.

With the howl of a battle cry,

With clasped hands and bitten lips,

We ran on.

Not once did I let go of your hand,

Until, you let go in favour of the metal

And I in favour of my own.

As the Nightmares caught up,

And the running stopped,

Then we breathed…

In … and out…

And then, and only then could I cry.