In the midst of battle cries a bloodied and once noble soldier lies forgotten are his worldly ties seen clearly are the unspoken lies beneath the dirt and grime whisks a single solemn thought darkness covered crime, that witch once forsaken now seems to be aching in her cries he is quaking and now the very earth is shaking, a deafening roar a blinding flash of dust a single piercing glance is thrust straight to the eyes from which it was directed, straight to the heart of the one he rejected…