Return to find home, unwelcome. Taken. Betrayal. Taken to the jails of his former lord and confined here in the summers heat.
This I can bear solitude in this year but as such time draws near should I fear I’m to strike at the heart of it all?
This dishonour. I will see you soon my friend. This blade in through my spine! Sever my soul from my voice! My skull from my neck! And as the bloor pours past my teeth - cut off my head!
And to rise - not like from ashes but still soft flesh the soul is left / and a ghost is given its right to birth. I will see you soon my friend and over through the meadows repeats, repeats. In a clearing, blossoming, as said, two friends meet as promises dictate.
Our lives we see things, believing rain being fit to describe how we live but through death I have found thoughts to bloom and my life falls from the trees, in petals to lay the earth in sheets.
In my wait I ignore rain as just life at the seed. Feeding for the moment we meet. It is for you the last year of my life exists. It is for you these last moments persist.
As said, two friends were together as a pink sky of soft flower petals lit up above them towards dawn.
And when from west the sun meets the sky his spirit would disappear from the earth forever.