I stand by the window of this lonely room, awaiting for the rustling leaves and the mourning wind to visit this hugnry soul...awaiting for this longed-for avenge to signal my destiny...

to bgin my victory.

My memory cannot anymore contain it all for my memory holds this heart that beats not in love, but in anger of the death of this whole being. His soul once nestled by God--yet cursed by the Devil. A knight will I never dream for who would turn his back on his maiden after her own solemn surrender, that even the lord of the highest kingdom would never break asunder! Ungrateful was his deed but without causing a storm to sink all life in its own blood. Silent it was, instead...so silent, it became mysterious that fear can be sent through his veins and turn nightmares into reality...

Suddenly, I awake...

Have I been cursed? Driven to a lighter path to end this unforgettable tragedy? Yet this path whispers to me to cause tragedy of another. But I am no god to curse one's life. But has he the conscience when he cursed mine? He was no lord ro bring me suffering. Yet I was his servant. He was no master to treat me an animal. Yet I was fed with the dogs. He was no snake to poison my life. Yet I've already died.......

Who knows when I again would stand up...by the window of this lonely room, awaiting for the rustling leaves and the mourning wind to visit this hungry soul, awaiting for the call of this longed-for avenge to signal my destiny...to begin my victory. My memory cannot...will not anymore contain it all. I was silenced by the murmur of even...as I light fifteen candles.......

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