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And to serve… how life is made to be in servitude for another
Be it humans, be it gods, be it myself with time lasting forever
Our journey through the Heaori Chamber had ruptured my faith
A journey after, be it modern, be it ancient is for no one to behave
And I know I have to let Ei-rian go or perhaps its Aidan who has to
Yet… years entrapped as another has left a soul of mine un-ruled
Days into months, months into years, how we have come so far
Seeing each world changing into forever nights beyond a redden star
Blood bled for memories to uncover, death serves for another to live
Moments simply, to only bear witness to just simply believe
Humans needlessly dying away for the glory of the Holy War
The bloodshed I might have remembered with my bonded soul to recall
Looking ahead… I can see the Temple of Erl-gria in its fading light
A lesser glow is all it remains in this altered land of eternal night
And holding on to Alkaiya… I carefully led the way toward
Hoping for the unsettling pain to ease with each step taken forward
Yet… only heavier it weighs for the troubled mind to bear
And each to our own silent thoughts remains but agony we share
With my tear-filled eyes, everything before me is blurring away
And into a room I awake into for The Ancients no more can I stay”

I stared at my laptop placed before me
And I thought about my world in The Ancients
With so many things made for my eyes to see
Living in the modern world need there anymore be reasons?

With Ei-rian gone, Aidan feels to be even more distant
And somehow the one me had became more real then I hope
To be the only one who can see my dream-filled moments
All I can do for another to listen was only with words I wrote

So near yet so far… I can see the temple yet here I am
When will my next dream return for my time?
Once more… alone against the world to be damned
Will there be glory or truth in the ever-changing future to find?

‘Love remains a one’s own to serve
Nobody is the lord to its given purity
When even time cannot measure its worth
One can be true in one’s hidden honesty’

For the two who lived and served, I give my words to them
Aidan The Knight Of The Word and Ei-rian The Befallen Angel of Dreams
The two who found forbidden love to have their times end
Where death unites them once more as spiritual beings

And now is my time to be Aidan
For he who departs, imparts to me of he who once live
To behold that of his…courage and wisdom
Against the worlds… I am the Knight who believes
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