Shattered heart

The broken man sits among the rubble of his home... tears falling from his eyes. Again he risked his heart... and again.. it has been shattered. He peers around himself quietly... the world has lost its magic... lost its love. He cannot see his own divine light even... for it has been eclipsed by his destroyed heart. He looks down at his hands... hands that have done so much good... and hurt so many. He quietly closes his eyes and goes through the images in his head... so many loved ... so many lost. his heart knows the love of so many...yet never is it constant... never is it truly his. he quietly stands... and walks to marketsquare... there among the people he makes the decision. Im going to die. it is not an easy decision... and even the demon inside him tries to taunt and tease him into continuing his existance... but his heart overshadows even Solomons great influence. He has fought for so long... and for what? to watch as his enemies attack and harm his children? to watch as those he shows love to are hurt and die... to have his heart destroyed at every turn? Fuck that... and fuck this world! but even as the words leave his mouth he knows he loves this world and all its people... and silently his heart cries out. and so he sits... in the center of market square... his decision? Call upon the light of the realms... assemble the knights... and then.. when they can protect his world for him... die.