Comrades in arms finally accepted me...
But alas, too late! Oh cruel irony...
To have lived such joy and dedication
And have it with stomped with appreciation
I could argue, princess my love
That a deed was chosen, but not a day
But thy cold glare of yours
Smashed my hopes of clay
I will carry on, honor demands
And keep my promise in the end
But If we meet ever again
A lifeless husk is all that remains
"DEX? The way I cast, we don't need... dex."
Keele Zeibel, professor 89/57
Melvin, whitesmith 99/69