Every Universe || Garrance

Hidden within the swirling amethyst

Behind the screams that extend an

Aching hand—are they lost in the wind

Or gasping before the inevitable release?

Sworn to blistering fire that remains

Unbearably hot no matter the amount

Of liquid of any natural or magical kind

That retains interest in extinguishing it.

Engulfed in the embers that ebb from the

Pulsing magma below, is that a

Final destination worthy of even the worst

Of beings—for they are no longer human?

The only living things that exist within that

Wasteland. On the contrary, do the most

Resilient, self-sacrificing individuals

Deserve condemnation when

They meet their untimely end?

Those beyond the hypnotizing show, whether

The irises remain full of the color that they

Held in life or are forever banished to the ruby

Glare that slices through the heart more

Physically than the sword slotted in their

Baldric, must they be tortured by their earthly

Lives—is the undead a healthy sentence?

The world knows what horrors the ruby ridden

Have committed, but must the rest be cast into

Enslavement, confinement, to a shadow that has

Been long removed from humanity? Like him?

In a final sacrifice—she once meekly spoke—

Surrounded by the raging flames and scorching

Bricks that encompassed the masterful lair, he

Tore his life in two and left his desirable future

Against his will. Upon his duty to the profession

He swore to abide by until death, he never

Disobeyed his oath and became one of them,

A slave of haunted armor in the nether below.

He wore a head of citrus hair that mockingly

Blended in well with his new surroundings

And emerald irises that sought renewal but

In turn left him blind, denying

Him the sanctuary he craved upon his return.

Bless it be that Irene did save the eyes and

His fiery twin took it to let his strands return to