My world began.
Not with a bang.
But a whimper.
A last effort.
A last chance for hope.
One more hero ordained.
Taught by the ways of the blade.
Disciplined by the weight of something more.
A dream.
A far cry.
One more disillusioned soul.
A power deep within.
Hidden from all.
Even from me.
So much resting on one individual.
The rage is building.
Redemption is nigh impossible.
This shall be done.
One more unfulfilled promise.
Through the snow and rain.
Through the arrows and bullets.
One as me should not be living.
But in the wake of this all.
I have realized something.
I am not like the rest.
With the power of uniqueness.
I carve a hole into the heart of indifference.
One more banished foe.
Life is pain.
Mine is something never seen before.
Uncomparable.
Unrelatable.
Different.
One more lonely road to cross.
There is no one like me.
I can't turn to anyone.
My blood runs thick.
My hunger for knowledge insatiable.
How did it get this way?
One more unsolved question.
As is in the beginning.
So it is in the end.
Alpha and Omega.
Life and Death.
Death is never permanent.
Life is something everlasting.
But is love?
Through it all.
Nothing aches worse.
Than a broken heart.
And so the misery does not end.
Death is no escape.
One more shattered dream.
So through this night.
I play my song.
A tune that tells of a legacy.
When love was my friend.
Now the kind memories.
Have all turned gray.
No color.
No emotion.
I am born again.
To see things as they truly are.
And I must be honest.
Nothing makes me sicker.
So through my sonata of passion.
To my poem of agony.
I say this.
My power grows.
My will strengthens.
I will make my stand.
And I will win.
To all those who doubt what I can do.
Let me give you one more chance.
One more nightless doubt.