Though many have pass by yet one must move to the inner depths of the long road which one dwells in shadows and to many known as the abyss, I constantly see myself to be one of them again, as a new dawn comes to us all, my inner being was once shattered into more pieces, bruised and battered.
Hurt as I leave, hurt as I move, I for one cannot afford to dwell in thy place of torment no longer, I was once here before but I was freed by my own sense and yet I still stumble and fall into this abyss, what must one do to forget it all and to not make the same mistakes that one did before.
But I think its destiny for one to constantly plunge into this dark place where torment is everything that is. I for one does not have the knowledge to share and I also fall victim to the misfortune of events, because like most of us that dwell in this dark place, I too fall blind, I too trust easily and like most of you, I too love so much.
As the war cries of the early lords, the cries of many men that fell in vain and the sorrow of every battered soul, I declare that this will be my last stand, my last cry to all of this as I do this I force myself to lay shields of stone and copper in thy place and be on guard as always to all of this and stop hoping for the nothingness of all.
