Lone Survivor

Bem, hoje tive acesso a uns "documentos históricos" (leia-se imagens provenientes do passado) e como tal ganhei uma inspiração como já não tinha há um bom tempo (nada como a de Amarante mas essa é especial :D) e como tal pela primeira vez desde Amarante, voltei a exprimir-me pela escrita que neste caso até foi uma escrita mais longa que o costume, é o meu poema mais longo se não estou em erro. No fundo fala na situação de aqueles que tiveram de passar pelo mesmo que eu ao mesmo tempo que eu, ainda antes de eu ter "acordado" e os poder ajudar a atravessar esse mesmo caminho, e também de mim depois de ter passado por essa mesma experiência. Mas pra quê descrever quando posso demonstrar? :D





I remember those forgotten days
When even hell had a friendly face
And every single day my spirit says
It was a trial I was destined to face

Still my soul was not alone in that realm
Mighty warriors still surrounded my spirit
They had no sword, shield, armor or helm
But they all had a soul and could feel it

Then I walked the long path brought by destiny
Long, tiring and dangerous; the ultimate trial
Where evil weeds lead warriors away from sanity
Along with the armies of Belial

Many of us had to walk the challenging path
Cutting through the thorny roots of darkness
But standing before the demons' wrath
They slowly embraced spiritual weakness

I walked out of the journey victorious
But inside my soul was frozen
As there is nothing glorious
In this bitter task of counting the fallen

The path I entered among warriors
I left it wounded and alone
I called upon the mighty sword carriers
But in the end they were all gone

I may have been able to taste victory
And the rewarding taste of glory
But I never found within this tragedy
Someone who shared my painful story

The ideals lost in those painful centuries
Now I preach them with all my vigour
Noone else to share those painful memories
Just my soul, a lone survivor