“In spite of all darkness, you have spluttered a light that pierces through my harshness.
We have both shrank under the weight of our glory.
Destined for something, but it wasn’t greatness.”
Bolstered progress to bleak process.
We were consistently meticulous to a work that is now fruitless.
Our victories..historic? Our beliefs, stoic?
This is some form of mundane madness, but it doesn’t feel tragic.
We sought not pleasure in one another,
but only hope, honor and heraldry.
Are we the heretics now?
Clinging on to a notion of justice,
but descending into a crescendo of barbarity?
I had hoped that our partnership would be immortal,
Enriched with the beauty of both combat and compassion.
Together, our hand should have transcended time,
With all pain to be purged, leaving peace as our only fashion.
Our marriage of lunar skies and sunburnt trials,
illuminated all that was hidden, all that was strange.
Dormant demons now stroll the land,
But we grovel at their mercy,
for it is they who are grand.
How did we conceive of greatness, but give birth to Kratos?
Why did I imagine a future that had already been lost?
What did you permit to, that had already been forsaken?
We sit on a throne, fit for execution.
The curtains have been drawn, our future has already been written.
Our prophecy drifts hopelessly between truth and imagination.
But the delicacy of my oracle is just a matter of perception.
Deceived into believing that we could reform the world.
Our coalition of interests was nothing but a fools gold.
Logic is redundant in this land of sinners,
to flight and not fight is to hide among the smoke and mirrors.
When the conspiracy runs its course and the clock strikes its final hour,
who will crucify our memories?
Lest the precious moments can not be saved.
The ‘utopia’ that I walk through, glistens because of you.
In your destruction, in your elegance, in your hope.
It was all in your view.
So with our mirage of lost fortunes,
We shall strife through despondent darkness
For the rule of peace does not reside in exhaustion.
No nation may bow to us,
but our bond is resilient.
For the density of our union, not a single empire is equivalent.
So shall we relinquish our reign?
Make free the pillars of power?
Slither away from our sovereignty?
All that we see now is solitude,
and an empty eternity for us to devour.