The storm rolls in as you claim your fate.
Perched at the cliffs edge, your power grows at an alarming rate.
I approach and as you come into clear view I let out a steady sigh.
Though we once shared the same sword, you are no longer my true ally.
You stare at me lifelessly and the fields between us start to shake.
Your eyes pierce through my heart and I welcome the well acquainted ache.
Demons of lies, deceit and hate rise and progress towards me.
I raise my sword of lonesome passion and start my final charge before thee.
The battle is a blur as I fight my way towards the place you stand.
"My dear," I say kneeling on one knee, "My battle's over and so now I choose to either live - or die...
...By your hand."