This is an ode to the soul I destroyed recently. May it rest in peace. (or pieces).

My stallion strives roughly,
When you ran along the road,
For then I trampled you thoroughly,
For an accident deserves an ode,
An unintentional act,
As I tried to avoid,
Alas, your brain is on crack,
And my efforts were void.
Clearly your road ends before your time,
But perhaps not all is bad from this,
Mayhap your idiot genes are a crime,
And I'm clearing it from the list.
Trust not your allies,
Or hear your own cries,
Trust not your brothers-in-arms,
For they will raze your farms.

Trust not your lover,
Or your love will soon be over,
Trust not your people,
Never once they form a clean steeple.

I beseech you,
Not everyone remains true,
Chrono's wheels changes all souls,
To conjure up various roles.

But do put trust in one party,
Your closest family whole-heartedly,
A nuisance they may seem at times,
But love unchanging is sublime.

I am Fantasy's flame,
Valk goes my nickname,
Do not live alone as I do,
If you cannot take the hell I pace through.