The Choice -

Time surges as the rain seeks to overwhelm the earth

Its caress implores me to return

Dripping and soaking me, its bitter bouquet dictates a final decision

To subsist, a chimera shall be forgotten

To survive, a Utopia has to be buried

A desire to feel this ease again

A craving to handle my fenced realm

To cease or to remain…

To allow the shame of abandon

To vacate and live with this guilt

Remorse lulled by a stigma of disgrace

I have buried my friends and I’m not willing to embrace Death again

The claws of the Dark Lady have not yet chosen me

Honor, Renown, Mortal, Glory, Legend, Leader

I foresee an humble destiny

A prophecy of a celestial city

The domains of gods will be thy rest eternally

Thy name shall be remembered endlessly

I choose the glory

I accept my fate

Valhalla is close to me

I will soon open its gates