The Woe of the Paladin
The woe of the Paladin.
As I look upon the crescent up in the night sky,
I feel the tender touch of the moonlight,
I cry as I unveil to myself the revelations of evil past,
And I look down to my bloody hands,
That have been stained by murders countless.
I feel death draw nearer,
And as it does,
I feel the earth beneath my feel grow cold.
My bare feet.
I walk into the river,
And feel the waters close up around me,
The waters feeling like my sins committed.
The deep sensation of being lost.
I walk into the forest,
And I look upon the trees.
Standing alone, yet in unity.
And I look deep inside,
Seeing my will shredded into diff