• I felt the poison blades cut deep.
    Blood poured from the cuts upon my face,
    But I couldn’t stop yet,
    For it was too late.

    I could feel the poison spreading quickly,
    But I couldn’t stop,
    For the child was in danger,
    And I must keep him safe.

    Everything around me was black as night.
    I couldn’t see a thing,
    Yet I acted on pure instinct.

    I used my senses
    And soon found the enemy.
    Stretching out my hand,
    I called upon my power,
    And sent the holy bolt forward,
    Striking the enemy.

    All was quiet soon after,
    But my own heartbeat in my ears.
    I called out to the child,
    Yet everything stayed still.

    I felt myself grow faint,
    But held on with strength,
    And let my power leak out once more,
    To find the slow heartbeat of the child.

    I let myself fall in utter darkness,
    Then I was awake days later,
    To find my light in my eyes forever gone.

    Just like a blown our candle,
    My eyes have become.
    Now I must get use to darkness,
    In order to carry on.