The fall of a Saint (2)

Shouts, growls and grunts fill my ear, Chaos filled everything in the periphery. I, for one know Death looms behind me, preemptively lighting the lantern to guide me to the next life.

But amidst sounds of chaos, A clear, bell like voice has started to spread throughout the wastes.

I shouted inwardly to myself. ‘Milady! Why haveth thee yet ran away from the chaos of the fields of war!’

Atise why had Destiny let meet;

Fate dothen what follows.

I—this body, shan’t hold for long but for as long as I will it to move, then it shall! Drag thine corpse-lith self, Protect the Lady!

Ere mine person should mineself vanish, O adornment atise.

Promise made, promises lost.

Caressed.

This Hallowed being of mine hollows.

I shan’t die here, Milady is waiting. Just beyond that curtain of uncertainty! I can’t see her grace but for once, Bleed, I call you, Burn my blood! Walk for her lady!

Damselline Mistress, adorn mine of your favours;

Capt and aught for all there has been.

I still haven’t repaid Milady, I shan’t fall yet!

Lest thises saga of mine is ever but a fever dream;

Let mine being Ne’er wake,

Needs if be awakening from this sickening dream;

Lest thises saga live for a little more than a chapter long’st.

Coughing up blood, I no longer to bother scraping it of my face to clear it off. ‘Just a mere bit more longer! Milady!’ I screamed at my thoughts.

Fair Eventidal colour washed mineself.

Betwixt, beholden, beauteous spread ;

Azuren crimson, Of golden hues

Nononono—NO! Why ought these legs fail me now! In front of her, in this place! Of all the times! Milady run! Far way!

Damselline Mistress,

Inamorata Jouissance Ebullience, nay,

Now of Saturnine Desiderium.

It’s getting dark, and cold now. I raise my head to where the sounds is coming from. Is it getting closer? Wait —no! Milady! Why?!

Soothe, commend this being, mine knave’st mineself.

Prithe.

Afeard, mine being tither, a great expands.

I feel nonemore, Cold, dark, silent and damp. Everything was just like back in the abyss….

—soft… Am I…. Being caressed? By wh—… no it’s her.. I can feel it in her touch. Her stubbornness kept until now, huh? This knight apologizes to his lady..—for showing such a side. I smiled into the void.

Damselline Mistress,

This knight of thee, is afeard, afied.

When’st morrows sun rises,

Mine shan’t be next by thine.

I wonder,

What can you even see with those dull broken eyes?

About the truths you can hear with those deaf covered ears?

How many incessant lies can you speak with the shut mouth?

If you can still feel pain with that fractured heart?

“Uoth dir mil nivel, Amnis;netr’he”

Vowed to Evertime.

Ere mine gaze tither the passage guided by thine obscenuous pearl

“Hydal dymilerias coa Vita”

Mine heard.

Pray tell

Oh, Knight of Verdigris Ctmasonal glow.

Does that bleached blackened heart of demured void of yours shout of sin? Of punishment? Or repent through eternal nevertime?

Words wherefore this dying self;

Jubilation wholly-en’st rose.

Ne’ere something be more blissful for partings

Bequeath such words.

May ni’rst embrace me.

Nonetheless, Commit thineself to mine being.

I shall see the world with your dull eyes.

Hear the chatters and laughter of many with those dull ears.

Speak with that voice that can usher the truth within lies.

And feel the emotions of the world with that broken fractured heart of yours.

If there ever is a next life. Milady, I would love to take your hand and dance into the grand stage of life one more. My only regret was that I left you on alone that day….