To the one I love, I would fight the coming of the dawn, the very elements of time. The said destiny of two souls, the embodiment of pain. Those things undeniable I now deny, I taste, I feel the passage of a condemned fate. A fate predestined and a life prelived, these things chiseled and cold, as carved into stone, so large so huge looming above those thing that were, that I wish are. Those my trembling dreams and ever fading hope. Watched by the watches of death and guarded by long forgotten dark foes. But yet I would chisel that stone, yet chisel a mountain and fight those foes, yet to relive, yet to live.