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There is no way forward should even if against I’m to plead
The only way for a return, is how the ancient words will read
And only for a return, nay a way it opens forward for my time
And to return possessed… I beckon for my past be left behind
Brace yourself Knight of the Word, with my warnings enforced
Of us both, you remain the wiser for a future to cause”

{I listen to her words carefully, misguidance to be misread
And I remember a dream, a dream still vivid I have had
This exact chamber is the place, was the absolute place
With her cryptic bow I’m to hold and her life I’m to waste
A one dream I never dreamt to want to have happen
A one dream yet for lives to be made shattered and broken
How is one to read the inscription knowing what lies certain?
Is there a way around I might have overlook beyond reasons?
Remembering and recounting the numerous possibilities imaginable
I took great care into considering the unlikely be made conceivable
And witnessing my dream once again, I relive into memories
Envisioning myself to my very best to avoid a prophecy to be
Taking my time and moment… I sat down and close my eyes
Seeing a past, embracing that of which I dare defy and deny
And there to be… inspired to inspire… I saw my dream
The undesirable to be desired for a future to never made seen

{Thick upon the edge of my sword was the blood of Alkaiya
I knew it as hers for I stood there beside her with stigma
Her cryptic bow was in my other hand with my vicious smile
For the one who stabbed her has not a soul to be found}

That was the dream as I’ve seen or perhaps not have forgotten
Yet as clearly deem to be a killer I am… am I yet forsaken?
The only other who is to know of my secret is but Ei-rian
Being afterall the only one I can tell is The Angel Of Dreams
And she tells me how dreams can be different before it becomes
How it remains to be one’s choosing for fate to come undone
Yet… believing her then is diverse from believing her now
Because now is happening without unfounded time to be found
The Heaori Spirit is certain to infuse with me without doubt
For a future to foresee remains never once a question to result
Yet I couldn’t help but suppose it isn’t to be as so as declared
For I refuse to believe good against evil is never as compared
Compelling myself against my own esteem to step forward
I see the tomb to begin the reading of its first in-scripted word
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