Never was it known
that i would be pierce with an arrow
i brought jesters/clown
still the reason of smiles scarred my heart with a frown

an arrow from the veteran and the dust of the magic
the cold heart of the queen and the withdraw of the princess
war and battles has ended but the journey is still not over
as a knight of unshielded armor may or may be alone forever

walking on plain of plague of sadness
with a crack to the armor
still the heart is full of sickness
maybe this is the last of the narator.

~Labastida R.K