Naive Fall
The scars of mortality way on my body like Death looms over the fallen.
I reek the blood of my massacred enemies.
Their deaths were in vain... they died for the Vain King.
I visit their homes... i was beaten by there widows and children.
I was Naive to believe my cause was just....
I too fought for The Un-Worthy Ruler of a my sham of a country...
I killed for the thrill... but in the end I died.
My love i'm sorry i am worthless, I have forsaken you for my own desire
forgetting you... i wish you the best... i shall not return..
Infinitum,
Lucus
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