Act I through V poem with interpreted.

  • MasterAqua

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    Oct 10, 2013 3:59 PM GMT
    Act I. Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take it to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest.

    Act I Interpreted. The infinite mystery. The gift of the goddess is what three men seek. But their fates are scattered by war.

    One becomes a hero, one wanders the land and the last is taken prisoner.

    But the three are still bound by a solemn oath. To seek the answer together, once again.

    Act II. There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the gift of the goddess. Hero of dawn, healer of worlds.

    Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.

    Act II Interpreted. Though the prisoner escapes, he is gravely wounded. His life is saved, however by a woman of the opposing nation.

    He begins a life of seclusion with her. Which seems to hold the promise of eternal bliss.

    But as happiness grows, so does guilt of fulfilling the oath to his friends.

    Act III. My friend, your desire. Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.

    Even if the morrow is barren of promises.Nothing shall forestall my return.

    Act III Interpreted. As the war sends the world hurtling towards destruction. The prisoner departs with his newfound love. And embarks on a new journey.

    He is guided by hope that the gift will bring bliss. And the oath he swore to his friends.

    Though no oath is shared between the lovers. In their hearts they know they will meet again.

    Act IV. My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.

    My souls, corrupted by vengeance. Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey. In my own salvation. And your eternal slumber.

    Legend shall speak. Of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface. Quietly, but surely.

    Act V. Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies. I offer thee silent sacrifice.
  • LoveAndPeace

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    Oct 10, 2013 4:31 PM GMT
  • MasterAqua

    Posts: 38

    Oct 12, 2013 2:15 AM GMT
    The last part of my poem would be about the two guys fighting each other to the death.