The Choice from Promised Land by Valfreya

Time surges as the rain seeks to overwhelm the earth
Its caress implores me to return.
Dripping and soaking me, its bitter bouquet dictates a final decision.

To subsist, a chimera shall be forgotten.
To survive, a Utopia has to be buried

A desire to feel this ease again.
A craving to handle my fenced realm.

To cease or to remain…

To allow the shame of abandon.
To vacate and live with this guilt.
Remorse lulled by a stigma of disgrace.
I have buried my friends and I'm not willing to embrace Death again.
The claws of the Dark Lady have not yet chosen me. 

Honor, Renown, Mortal, Glory, Legend, Leader.
I foresee an humble destiny.
A prophecy of a celestial city.
The domains of gods will be thy rest eternally.
Thy name shall be remembered endlessly.

I choose the glory
I accept my fate
Valhalla is close to me
I will soon open its gates

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