When My Spirit Faded Away With Me
I can still see the days of peace, love, and passion in the recesses of my mind… Relentless is the finely crafted trap that was laid out for me… So graceful in its making should I walk in the midst of distress you should perceive me alive… It is only observable point was that which she saw in my Celtic eyes upon our final meeting ground… O’ how horrid... its claws... as they sprang into my heart. Its teeth are of iron and its jaws of polished brass.
In the darkness of a shallow death, the sorrow of hell compassed me about. Is it that no one is inquiring for my soul? I gaze upon the darkness that surrounds my feet… The snares of death compel me… Mine very own hands have transgressed against me! I am dragged down into the very abyss that surrounds my Celtic soul… Yet, that which was meant for my death did not come, even upon its second strike I stiff found shallow breath…
The wicked from the snares of those practicing that which is hurtful do surround me, and do grab hold of me, of which are three upon each hand, and four on each foot… On and on I fight until I did not retain any power… I lose consciousness… My spirit has faded away with me…
In the abyss, my Celtic mind is still screaming, trying to make that which is my physical body to fight on and on… Nevertheless, all is useless: all is lost…
My thoughts are now of those of the ancient of days. Of the time when the Celtic knights passed through the kingdom… and thus do I wage War! I am bound by honor to fight the gods themselves, upon all those who oppose the unknowing and weak… I am reborn… I am no longer a servant of the flesh, or of man's law… It has no meaning…
On a pale horse of integrity I ride. My honor as my shield, my thoughts as my sword, and my love as a golden bow that is strung across my back… As I observe the battlefield, Aires himself overwhelms my very being. My eyes focus, and my trembling stops and the valor of my deed burns within me.
Hark, the twinkle of my own thread I do see…
At the sight of my query, I raise my sword in defiance to make my plan…
A sudden flash, the shaft was shot: the arrow bright with an immortals vengeance. In mine eye and nostrils is beautiful distain. Might and majesty flash their full… Like the thief of the fire from Heaven… Will I withstand the shock… and share with him (the Unforgiven) his torture and pain…?
As Aries leaves my body, he says to me… Death closes all: but something ere the end, some work of noble rate may yet be done. Not unbecoming of the man who strove to fight the Gods…
My light begins to tumble from the rocks, mine aim was true: The long day wanes: the slow moon twists with many faces… To observe me would be as if looking upon Hades himself with eyes in a blood red rage… My place in the book of life has been removed… as I have utterly given myself as a sacrifice to obtain justice for the unknowing and weak… Yet I awaken… the chair that once had bound me lay broken at my side… The tears that fall from my blood red eyes are but the passion I have to mock the Gods!
Gods and Laws no longer hold any meaning within my Celtic soul.
...only that oath which upholds honor, and valor, above all else lives within me.
My place for flight has perished from me… I have set in stone the fate of my soul. My shield and my sword shall teach honor, or death, to people who betray the unknowing and weak. Moreover, mine oath: who is teaching my hand for fighting, my fingers for warfare… May they alone bring forth my Celtic soul out of distress, and destroy all those hearts showing hostility for my soul. …and mine sword, let it strike true that the mountains drip with mine enemies’ blood. Let it strike until the very hills find themselves melting from my rage…
My place in the book of life I have removed. ...that I, for my part, may die with the honor of a Celtic knight on the day of rebirth.
...when my spirit faded away with me.