{Time of passage.

Loveless
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end.
The goddess descends from the sky.
Wings of light and dark spread afar.
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess.
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface.
The wandering soul knows no rest.
The gift of the goddess is what the three men seek.
But their fates are scattered by war
One becomes a hero, one wanders the land.
And the last is taken prisoner
But the three are still bound by a solemn oath.
To seek the answer together, once again
There is no hate, only joy.
For you are beloved by the goddess.
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is high
Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded.
His life is saved, however.
By a woman of the opposing nation
He begins a life of seclusion with her.
Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss
But as happiness grows, so does guilt.
Of not fulfilling the oath to his friends
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow.
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire.
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction.
The prisoner departs with his newfound love.
And embarks on a new journey
He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss.
And the oath that he swore to his friends
Though no oath is shared between the lovers.
In their hearts they know they will meet again
My friend, the fates are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honor remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance.
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation.
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak.
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface.
Quietly, but surely
Even if the morrow is barren of promises.
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land.
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice