i have fallen, my blade among the ashes an omen of my fate, a silent testament of the fury of the battle that has shed my blood. The soft wind passing through the hollow trees a silent requiem to the fallen.
I am nothing a mere trace along the sands of the shore soon to be washed away by the rising waves of oblivion, a mere morsel of dust carried by the winds of change from an age long past its glorious prime.
I seek sanctuary... i yearn for a place where my memory can outlive the turning of the hourglass, a place where my soul can find peace as it slumbers through the ages... but there are no place of the sort. I am doomed to the earth from whence i came fromfated to become one with my blade... ah my blade faithful consort of so many a decade, your undyin thirst unquenched by the crimson blood of so many fallen at my hand, and now at long last you quench thy thirst with mine own essence.
The rising pillar of darkness fast approaches to cast upon me its mystic void. The beating of my heart slows its pace as time itself stands still waiting for my final demise. I will not yeild to the darkness yet; my valiant stand against the reaper is not yet over... but i wage war against the ever victorious and soon my strenght is bound to wane like the burning candle near the early hours of the morn.
my soul is burdenred with regrets, weighed down by things i should have done and words i should have uttered. But now that the dice is cast, now that my fate is sealed to this bitter end i take pity upon my weary soul and lest i die with this untold confession haunting me for an eternity i pray thee father heed the words of a dying man for with my last breath... i say....