A Field of Golden Roses

The sun shining bright, Your armor gracefully reflects. A myriad of refractions illuminate around you, Such a magical aura, my love. Yellow, The color of our delusional passions. Elegant and so full of energy and life, I loathe the moon, a thief of your light. Hearts intertwined, In a field of golden roses, This fateful tale closes, Rose petals stained a crimson red. Forever you remain, An enraptured thought dancing freely in my dreams. You didn't 't have to go, I wish you hadn't, Must you always give yourself for the ungrateful and unworthy? Curse your honor, May your strength fail and strategy be thwarted. What you have wrought is the worst kind of betrayal imaginable. Now alone, a broken heart I must detangle. - A Letter found in the pocket of a Fallen Warrior. (1600)