Galvar
Whilst the blade went down, my eye caught the shine, in the deepest dark of a forest my blood started to rain, a red river of tears felt on the side of a tree, I can feel the cold in my bone, and as a blink I tried to close my fist that it is no longer there. No hand but foot, now it's time to run, the pain is a reminder of what I'm for them, I will always be a wound. My hands are now no more than a memory, and as you know I can't no longer hold to anything, but surrender is even a bigger lost, blades will grow on me, as a tree does in the ground, you create a monster, and I will be a nightmare.