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"'Cause I have paid my penance kindly well in time for judgement day
Somehow I knew my fate"
Days turned weeks, months, years, the longing still in place, gripping at day, soothing at night, never saying goodbye.
Soft whispers caressing chin and nape, whisps of smoke filling absent lungs, translucent fingers playing hairs of grass, silent lips echoing around.
The Swordsman stood, ever so highly, body withered, soul tethered, a lifetime without the Life, without the Love, the Man being gone decades, a myth to all.
Cruel fate, the hand that wield the killing blow, the same that held still firm, wrinkled skin above pristine white, measured stance, focused eye, the darer before him way too young.
Old gods and anew, emerged from shadows, spreading dread above lands and freedom, wars raged from peaks to abyss, from Heaven to Hell, the Laughing King wielding bare hands from above, his Wing, the One, ordering forces from beyond.
Was a wing alone, complete? Could a single limb balance the scale? Could blades equal human ways? Could the Sun live without the Moon?
Could the Moon live without the Sun?
Could they exist without the other?
Would they live without another?
Due was the time, for him to pass on the title, his soul calling more and more for Him, a wish to leave, a wish to see, dream reached and beyond, resolve strong, a tired heart sighing desire.
Bright sun above endless water, bluer than the most crystal stream, stretching forever, for brighter days.
A sole fish in the limitless sea, mouth agape, familiar, the name inviting like a warm embrace.
The path was straight, no need for delays, a dream within reach, hope stirring inside, urging to haste, the mind playing games.
The Swordsman strode, footsteps forever heavy, swords by side, eye never leaving the sight.
The door silent on its hinges, soft murmur from inside, clinking of glass, laughs swimming by, the Swordsman finally opening the gates, for holding inside whatever fate.
A startling presence, a stopping mirage, hair the brightest gold above shining sapphire, eye crinkling in the corner for the guest, mouth opening wide, a tray hastily left behind.
Familiar scent, never forgotten smile, a warmth spreading out, coating, shielding from the past.
Soft fingers finding pairs, woven on the sight, hearts greeting, souls calling, a final home for all time.
"Have you been waiting long for me?
Have you been waiting long?"