Such a wild fire burns deep inside of my soul with every intense battle or fight I engage in it seems to quiver with a desire hinting death and misery With every swing of my sword with every scream echoing thru the shadows the flame only seems to grow more hungry edging me on to enter the world of darkness that it is opening up to me It overpowers my dignities, dancing victoriously at my submission into the side of somberness All I know is that I must bring more pain more devastation for the flame grows angry with the lose of such simplicities...  I go on fighting.. Destroying the nation that I once pledged my allegiance to protect from the one danger that I was unable to extinguish. I grow hungry with the need to get rid of the opposing forces, that stand in the way of the suffering that can be offered by the blazing flame... My only reason for living is to feed the flame's desires to carry out its will of an ever approaching apocalypse The flame keeps telling me to end all lives to give more suffering...... But why do I keep questioning my true purpose of fighting this battle... I look around seeing only more flames of anguish Motionless bodies lying all over the ground A nation that once was known for its beauty for its integrity Is nothing more than another victim that was sacrificed to achieve a superfluous dream that will never be a reality How can I call myself a honorable soldier when all I did was break a promise of ever lasting protection? Even as I drop to me knees I can not begin to forgive myself for the lack of courage that I have shown today.... My hands are too stained with the blood of my indulgence Tears of remorse seem to contradict the flame's ideal about me... But I can still feel its presence... Why I ask... Why are you doing this to me? Why do you keep trying to bind my need to protect? I can hear it laughing at my guilt.. Smiling with the satisfaction that yet again I will fall under the spell it once was able to consume me with.. I've had enough...no longer will I allow such a monster to control me. But how can I fight such an evil that exists only in me? Give up.. it says...  The flame starts to grow more hungry once again.. I can feel the desire to bring devastation pump thru my whole body.. I jump up backing into the shadows screaming for it to stop... But the flame continues to enjoy its almost victorious battle against me.. Slumping back I rest my head against a fallen piece of ruble closing my eyes and pleading for the flame to seize its demand for my destruction.. But it won't listen..  It continues to grow to overpower once again my last thoughts to stay true Opening my eyes.. Again I want to shed more blood... make people fear true evil.. The smell of death the sight of agony causes my body to crave even more darkness.. Grinning at my defeat the flame whispers to my soul that he is victorious.. Rubbing in the true nature of my being.. The flame repeats that I will always be his that I am destined to be a soldier of cruelty.. Distinguishing that the flame is right tears of dejection make their appearance causing the flame to realize that he does have a weakness... That he may be able to control my thoughts and my mind but he shall never conquer the true obstacle of seizing my heart and en bed his everlasting need for mayhem. Trying to fight the urge to demolish I hold on to the very last of my existence But my heart knows the truth... I can feel it crying weeping for the end of this torture It tries to reach my soul but it understands that no longer that can be reached.. My heart tries to overpower the flame to get a hold of my mind The flame screams with frustration for his worse nightmare has become a reality.. I can feel the flame increasing his needs on my soul... Screaming out to the blood stained sky I cant take this anymore... The need to kill increases even more thru out my body Falling on the ground I grab my head trying to hear my heart It does me no good to block out the haunting sounds of the flame for I can still feel his existence..his slithery ways coiling around my heart.. I can feel it dying... Are you abandoning me? I ask My heart simply whispers no.. I don't understand I say... But the flame simply smirks with the knowledge that he has achieved his ultimate goal I start to cry knowing that I am destined to kill.. Destined to destroy more precious lives.. I have nothing left to hold on to.. Screaming out to the darkness I ask why?  Why must you do this to me? But then there's that sound... that piercing sound I can hear... Where is it coming from? I can no longer hear the flame.. No longer crave his ultimate desires. Putting my hand to my chest I feel the beating rhythm. It's message flowing to the one part of me that struggles to stay alive Small one it says.. Even though hatred has consumed your soul and your mind... I still beat with the passion to protect.. Never shall I surrender for I am your strength The flame can try all he wants to demolish my existence but even if he achieves this so called goal I will be still very much alive beating and waiting for the chance to get even You know who you really are and so do I You little one can make all the difference in the world.. Fight.. Cringing in horror I can feel the flame regaining control... Pleading to my heart I beg it not to leave me all alone.. Please I say don't leave me to the flame...Please Grabbing my chest I fall to me knees... I can not bare this pain...Please answer me.. But no longer can I hear my heart... No longer do I feel the sturdy rhythm... Closing my eyes I realize my defeat.. You win I tell the flame... You win.. Such a coward... No longer can I be called an honorable soldier for such a hero never concedes to defeat... I can hear the flames atrocious laugh You are mine it whispers to my soul.. Now and forever.. Fight....What? Fight... Opening my eyes I see my weapon of honor laying before my twisted image created by the flame Smiling I understand what my heart is telling me.. Fight... My sword stained with the blood of aberration such a symbol giving hope not only to me but to the souls that are innocent they must be protected from such evil .. I stand up raising my sword to the heavens.. Asking for their forgiveness of my endeavors of cruelty... Grinning I scream to the flame you may have been able to win many battles but my dear friend you have lost the war... Giving one final solute to my nation I plunge the sword far into my soul Receding to the spoiled ground beneath me I laugh at the flames arrogance I can hear him yelling to my soul that he shall always be victorious no matter what I do Shaking my head I still see the desolation But sadly the noises of the battles... the pain and grief being inflicted seems to be nothing more than a shadow dancing along the horizon... No longer do I feel the flame.. No longer does it feed the hunger for destruction to my soul.. Smiling to the shadows I simply whisper.. I am victorious.. I am victorious..