Love Will Conquer, But Death Shall Win:
Death.
Death of his loved one.
The one he could never tell.
The one that brought reveled past; the awakening.
The one that tore at his heart, eating, feeding,growing into a passion.
A day, an awakening, he found that note.
The note stating, paining, telling that she left to stop the evil within.
The evil from the abuse, the beating of her heart for so many years from so many people.
It stated that she will stop the evil, the killer, the torment.
He screams, he worries, he fears for her life.
He fears for everything, everything about her.... gone, gone, gone......
He runs, he runs, he resists the tears.
The ones he denies, his past, his fears.
And once he arrives, he smiles with happiness.
She smiles back, a great smile of righteousness.
She stopped her own evil, the torment; it brought to her eyes tears.
Because she knew, she had to end herself, she had to end it all, all the fears.
And as she still smiled, she dug that knife into herself, for they could never live in happiness.
And then he knew she was gone, his security, his life, his soul froze, there was no righteousness.
And even as she fell dying, she still smiled.
And she fell, fell out of her evil, his happiness; all gone.
He screamed, he cried, as she lay there by his side.
But love will conquer it, for they could still be together.
So he took that, because if they could not LIVE happy, then they would die happy.
His tears streamed, his heart tore, he was ready, ready for death.
But her spirit told him, she would always be evil, they could never be together, alive or dead.
She could only hold it off for that time, that time of happiness, but he still tried, but he could not.
But he knew they loved each other, she cared to much for him to see her in that state.
That state of evil, the state of everything, the balance, her broken, as was his heart.
But he understood, but he still hated it, he could never understand, never.
So he screamed, wondered why he could not be dead, dead, like her....... dead..... with her........ Death.
Life.
Life was something he never cared for.
No one cared for him, he was left alone, left dreadful.
But when he saw her there, floating in space.
He felt for life, hers, to live.
She tried to stop the evil, but she did not.
The evil that had engulfed her, from her visions, what she has seen.
She killed herself, to stop the visions, the disturbing images, to save the man she loved.
What could he give back, nothing, nothing.
She must live, he thought, he fought at his mind.
He sprang from that ship and hoped for her life.
Her body lying limp, cold, blue, seemingly dead.
In that pearly white gown, with the necklace he gave her, her flowing hair, floating, dying.
For once in his life, he showed feeling, he cried, he cried, she must live.
He prayed that he could reach her in time, her death would be his, she must live.
He floated, and he knew, that he must reach her, for him, for her, she must live.
He made it, he made it, he grasped onto her, he yelled, he cried, she WILL live.
As they floated there she lay limp, she ceased to move, eyes closed, she must live.
As he screamed her name crying, crying, she awakened, and he smiled, she will live.
And they floated, smiling, not caring what would happen, he had her, she had him, now they could both live, live.
Life.
From the sky turned crimson red comes hell spawn from a desolate moon... In a mass of blood and flesh comes death... In a shower of demons the fate of all is in his hands... With the joining of two evils comes the end of all life… Lunar Cry...
