In a land …
To close by for comforts hand
A soldier in a crown
Set forth across the foreign ground.
His love too strong to quench
Like an ever-present thirst,
No matter what the cost
He’d ride in headfirst.
To save his love he struggled
Like Taxídia’s lover before
Across the torturous wild
To the bridge of legends afore
But I sayeth onto to him …
Can you cross this bridge between
Life and death?
Can you cross —but no!
The Soul Eaters men shall hold you back
Memory island shall be broken,
Every fragment dispersed to the winds.
Left alone standing shall be darkness,
Your one and only friend.
He cries out in response,
Calling upon every god,
“Where is my hope in salvation?
Washed to the seven seas.
Where is my firm standing station?
Crumbled to dust in the breeze.”
But to …save his love he’ll struggle,
Like Taxídia’s lover before
Across the torturous wild
To the bridge of legends afore …