Dark Chronicle 6: Black Arrows

aBlack Arrows b

ba He’s trying to shoot me down. I won’t let him. ab

I'm under fire.

I don’t know how long it’s been going on.

I can’t remember.

Flick, Flack.

          Pitter, Patter.

                   Flick, Flack.

                                      Pitter, Patter.

He’s coming closer.

          He wants me.

                   He wants to steal the little happiness I have left.

                             Kill the relationship that has started to form between my Father and me.

                                      And destroy everything I hold near and dear to me.

Flick, Flack.

          Pitter, Patter.

                   Flick, Flack.

                             Pitter, Patter.

Green-eyed fears stalk me from the shadows.

          They’re with him.

                   They want to kill me.

                             They want to devour me.

Flick, Flack.

          Pitter, Patter.

                   Flick, Flack.

                             Pitter, Patter.

Flaming arrows scorch the blood-red skies.

          They singe the black and white grass.

                   They’re fluttering over the walls.

                             My walls.

                                      The walls that were supposed to protect me.

           I was wrong.

                     They didn’t protect me.

                              They only isolated me.

Flick, Flack.

          Pitter, Patter.

                   Flick, Flack.

                             Pitter, Patter.

He has manipulated one of the ones I trusted most,

          And turned her against me.

                   Turned her into one of my worst enemies.

I take the arrows for her.

          I take the bullet for her.

                   I take the dagger for her.

                             I take the sword for her.

                                      And yet she stills pours poisonous lies on my wounds.

Flick, Flack.

          Pitter, Patter.

                   Flick, Flack.

                             Splitter, Splatter.

My walls haven’t protected me.

          Not like I thought they would.

                   They only succeeded in isolating me.

Arrows ignited with hellfire soar through the air,

          Throwing ashes and sparks to the dying world below.

                   Over my walls.

                             I reach for my shield.

                                      An arrow pierces it,

           And the fire dies.

                     For once, I am unharmed.

          I lift it again.

                   An arrow pierces it.

                             And the fire dies.

                                      And again, I am unharmed.

It is war.

          But I do not have to fight.

                   Victory is already mine.

He’s trying to shoot me down. I won’t let him.