To kill a templar.

Zealous, and mighty they stand.
Sure of their holy writ.
Steadfast in their blind dedication.
They are not inherently evil.
In fact they are formed with only the noblest of intentions.
But their power corrupts.
They cage the demons of our lives.
They cage our true selves.

And in their wake they leave only the dead and dieing.
Forgive me my love for doing what I must.
I won't let you die.
Even if that means sacrificing myself.
I promised to protect you and I have done it.
This last act of love.
This last act of devotion.

May your templar die.
May your vanity wither.
May your demon be free.
May she glide on wings of harmony to be ever free.
I have given you the tools to free yourself.
Alas you have given me the keys to your cage.


But unfortunately the templar will never let me use them.
But you have the tools to free yourself.
Learn them, use them.
I will hear you calls in the dead of night.
And in that secret place, you will always have sanctuary.