pride_and_glory

Article: Pride and Glory

Pride and Glory

Ages of battle and years of victory had long been forgotten. All those pride and glory, vengeance and courage had become pieces of dreams, only exist in the hearts of those ones who are brave enough to stand strong, to stand true, to stand mighty and defeat thousands of enemies with single hand!

I can still hear the Sea, Clouds above haunt me still, but Dreams are already Dead, Golden Age of Darkness has passed away. Joy becomes Saddness, as enter a Martyr and exit the King... Today's youngsters want to say nothing, want to be no one, no longer want to construct or destruct at any risk. They are so eager to step onto no man's land...

I am always looking for someone who can live in my heart... Now I begin to realize it's impossible. I will be that old guy, listening to Yello and feeling lonely. If not much worse. Everything will pass away, just like time itself. Maybe we should not try to kill time for healing wounds - everything is changing and we will wave all farewell at last... I still believe it must be a good thing if there were no broken arrows, rusted swords and collector of bones. Only remains dream of youth, dream of Death...

Who'd ever seen through my eyes? Who'd ever seen those morbid visions? Hurricane tyrannizes over the sanguine ocean; gigantic glacier wonders at nightfall; shining spear, burning leather... pieces of armor scattered across the battlefield... On the back of my Black Horse, on my way to break the seal of light, I ride through them all.

Suddenly, I hear a lament, which is the greatest song I've ever heard. After all, I don't care if that survived minstrel is playing something dark or not, the pure strength contained within is enough to my mourning heart. No retreat has been left, it's the point of no return! Hear my call, keep marching on, with Luck and Pluck in OUR Hearts!

Standing on the top of that ancient pillar, I feel chilling winds touched me deeply, from head to toe, from heart to soul. "I miss you so..." A wandering voice echoed in this lonely place, at the edge of the chasm. It seemed that the great winds could have split heavens with its soulful melancholy and hatred. I looked forwards and saw no ancestors; I looked backwards and saw no followers. I was stoned while time and space made me cannot hold back my tears - finally I had become the last one of my race.

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