A loose anchor line, I’m
A sorely misunderstood child
That unfavorable to my beloved deem to be.
Perceive with attention, my Talisman
There is nothing that I need is of this world
But the craving of my heart,
That thou fulfill.
Behold, your thought, and your wisdom
As you seldom say.
“That thou are my czarina to be”
With Archaic, the windows of my soul pray
While I kneel on the sand.
Hope against hope, is what this is
But I will fight till the end till my heart will bleed
What option do I have? I think not.
A lone warrior, I’m
I strive vigorously and resolutely
A crusader, a mere mortal.
As I lie on the floor of bloody sand’s
Fate smiles on the crusader efforts
Until the ultimate emanate
