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Hope guides me its want gets me through the day. Waiting to hear my Goddess' voice is the only thing I can pray for. Knowing that I can't call her my own, torments my soul. Wanting to tell her how I fell will put her in a bind. I refuse to damper her mood in any way, even if it causes me pain. This feeling must be buried with a promise to never revisit this black magic called love. This knight must and will remain strong and silent. As a person sworn to tell the truth, I must break to lie to myself to protect what we have. At last, another one of life's greatest riches slips through my fingers. Teasing my soul until it aches in pain. The soul of this knight is filled with pain, and the cold darkness we call, "torment". As these feelings drain me of life, the flesh dies. Only thing that is left is a torture soul that searches for something as pure as the body once was. This continues until the world is nothing but a cold, dark place.