The blood-stained sunset accents the despised smears upon my hand all to well.
How did it come to this?
In the name of justice is such a lie.....
Those bastards say this is all for me.
How could they say a thing like that?
All of the death, all of the pain, all of the loss.....
No, how could it be my fault, how?
You fight for your sovereign, your beloved, your very soul.
What a lie.
So you have decided to stain me, forsaken me, condemn me to endless sorrow with the blood you have made "the enemy" shed.....
That is not in love that you "save" me, no it is in vain, for now I have seen your true love.....
The battle, the destruction, the killing, the very chance not to feel guilt......
How dare you?
In the eyes of the Un-named Goddess, how is it you call me your one true love?
I can no longer even kiss your despiteful lips...... You ask for my thanks?
For you are my War hero? My savior?
Never......
And to think I once believed in our "true love".
They seem like such meaningless words now.....
I am a lost cause, a lost hope.....so very lost.
Yet, I am still able to spread my wing, and disappear into the this fitting sunset
To never look upon this land again
In the hopes that the stains will disappear with time....
Both stains of blood and love.......