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[afgiant]

Friend, didn't we always know
we'd be destined for something like this?

We'll never know how it came to be,
our past lives only faded dreams.
The armies formed, banners unfurled
lusting to take the freedom from this world.
(The one that we had come to call home.)
Foes come rushing like a tidal crest,
in each one's hand a thirsty blade.
Blood orange skyline to the west
not stopping til our last man's slain.
I'll be the midnight gunner
if you be the morning runner.
Look skyward, ready for the fight
I promise I'll defend the night
while you chase down the next day's light.
And so it will be.

We charge atop apocalyptic horses
Down different paths now, but we will join forces
and I'll be back when the sun is high.
Until then fight, but don't you die.
No one gets to claim your life
Unless we fall side by side.

Ground pooled red, fields charred to black
The last warriors stand back to back.
Side glances, grins, we're ready for more
We'll be the death of this God damned war.

And as our blades pierce our last foes
A whole world is shed of all its woes
Countless new souls rest in God's palm
The planet slowly drinks in an unknown calm.
And the fated two, blades still in hand
fade from an alien unnatural land
and awake in the grass on a summer's night
where fireflies send off a gold twilight.
Their battle done, they return to men.
Knowing that if they are needed again
They'll be sought out, as fate's own knights
and be swalloed up in ring of light
to be brought upon a world filled with plight.
Their mission is to set things right.

But until then they live as if not set apart,
as just normal men who are noble at heart.