Rain lashing at the world, carving icy paths down shivering flesh
Intensifying the hatred and madness, tension and fear
Every fibre of his being taut with self-loathing
Muscles trembling like a plucked guitar string
The sky cast in grey despair echoes screams of dying men
The screech of metal against metal recalls a splintering heart

The bloody war rages until one man is left, fighting his side
The only sounds are his laboured breaths
Tired and battle worn but vivid green eyes wide with disgust
Heartbreak stirring in his pupils as blue meets green
Golden hair dulled by rain frames the cerulean orbs
A clear message read in the fearless depths

I will have my freedom

Waves of choking emotions erupt and he grits his teeth in fury
A cry ripped from his throat as he makes his final stand -
The blue eyed angel's weapon ripped from his grasp
A chip in the wood, a splinter in his heart, salt in a wound
Tears and rain mix as the dam of loneliness shatters
The silent observer speaks, his warm voice icy as the rain

You know why