Do not trust what you feel,
unless it's cold and hard as steel.
Devoted to something greater I shall be,
something that can never hurt me.

Half-hearted was my try,
but even weaker was the cry.
What is lost to me,
was never truely meant to be.

Too much have I lost,
with too high a cost.
I cannot be weak as I've been,
only a few my true face have seen.

Darkness come and rule the land,
so that I may learn to wield my deadly hand.
Wisdom and knowledge shall be my pay,
never will I forget where I went astray.

There are words from my heart I've spoken,
but now nothing can mend what lies broken.
The story of this trolly is,
do not live a life such as this.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 429 AF.