A mountain covered in red
He stood on top of a mountain covered in bright red.
Known as the white demon, dragging people in his debt.
Him was given a name, a sword and people to protect.
And thus he fought, so that he wouldn't regret.
He came to realize that some things were in vain.
But continued, so that he wouldn't feel the pain.
He became stained in red, while trying his hardest to protect.
And slowly but surely, his beloved ones started to forget.
The mountain on which he stood became higher and higher.
Trying to cover the pain and the wounds, he became a liar.
Losing one after another, all his tears were flowing down.
And the borough in his heart slowly became a lonely ghost town.
But he did not know that he, too, was guarded by some.
His dear, cherished ones didn't regard him as scum.
The demon ceased to exist in the eyes of those remembering.
And the soul of the fellow slowly became less suffering and pretending.
He, too, had a day on which he was presented and celebrated.
A special day on which the love for him was demonstrated.
For the ones of his kin, he was just another beloved, battling man.
But his fighting suddenly came to an end, as did his plan.
'Cause he was now just another part of the mountain's top.
A mountain covered in red, set up under the death's step.
Envoyé: 10:28 Sun, 22 February 2015 par: Kohn Laure