A kneeling king is not a defeated one. A crying man may very well be broken, but he is not shattered. His world may be ashes, but as long as there is breath in his body, his hands are left free to take what’s been taken. With thought he molds a world that is better than the first. When thought prevails over emotion, love wins. It is not blind, and while it is beautiful, life is not beautiful because it lasts. Before I watched you turn to dust, I’d lay my head in your arms. Tell you about the stars, the sky. The darkness, the endgame. It’s up there, it’s out there. And I have to do everything to keep you. Because if I don’t have you, what do I have to fight for?