Loveless Poem by Sora Power Keeper

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end,
The Goddess descends from the sky.
Wings of light and dark spread afar,
She guides us to bliss, her gift, everlasting.

Infinite in mystery, is the gift of the Goddess.
We seek it thus, and bring it to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface.
The wandering soul knows no rest.

The infinite mystery.
The gift of the goddess is what men seek.
But their fates are scattered by war.

Some become heroes,
Some wanders the land.
And some are taken prisoners.

But them all are bounded by a solemn oath.
To seek the answer together, once again.

There is no hate only joy,
For you are loved by the goddess.
Heroes of dawn, Healer of words.

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost.
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.

Though the prisoners escape, they are gravely wounded.
Their lives are saved, however.
By soldiers, of the opposing nation.

They begin lives in that nation.
Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss.

But as happiness grows, so does guilt.
Of not fulfilling the oath to the others.

My friend do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow.
No matter where the winds may blow.

My friend, your desire.
Is the bringer of life, the gift, of the Goddess.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall their return.

As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction,
The prisoners departs with their new found loves,
And embarks on a journey.

They are guided by hope, that the gift will bring bliss.
And the oath that they swore to their friends.

Though no oath is shared between the lovers,
In their hearts, they know, they will meet again.

My friend, the fates, are cruel.
There are no dreams, no honour remains.
The arrow has left the bow of the Goddess.

My soul, corrupted my vengence,
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey.
In my salvation,
And your eternal slumber.

Legen shall speak,
Of sacrifice at world's end.
The wind sails over the water's surface.
Quietly, but surely.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall forestall my return.
To become that one that quenches your heart,
To become the one to spare the sands, the seas, the skies,
I offer thee this silent sacrifice...

Poem by: Sora (Shaun)
Dedicated to: Wong Shi Jinn
From: Unknown Source