Under the relentless night, I trudge alone,
Footprints swallowed by the cold, indifferent earth,
Where shadows murmur forgotten dreams,
And my heart is a vessel of sorrow and regret.

My sword glistens in the moon’s ghostly light,
Its blade a mirror of dreams deferred,
Each line on my neck a scar of memories, sharp and unyielding...

Each night, your face haunts my weary soul,
Echoes of our plans shattered by war:

When this war ends, we will marry,
And your womb will hold our dreams—never touched by rings,
Our laughter never heard, our joy never tasted,
Yet here I stand, amidst the ashes of unfulfilled promises.

Cities dissolve into embers, homes fall to ruins;
Desperate cries swallowed by the void’s embrace.
We fight not for glory, but for orders,
While the earth weeps beneath our bloodied feet.
I ache for your touch,
To heal the wounds that run deeper than flesh...

They say we fight for a higher cause,
Yet if humanity is the prize, why must it bleed so?
I am hollowed by endless struggle,
Each wound on my armor a testament to dreams forever out of reach.

At the end, I see you in the form of a young girl,
Her gaze steadfast, her sword a symbol of peace.
I smile through the blood on my lips, finding solace in her eyes.
As I kneel, her blade finds my heart,
An end I embrace, dreaming of what could have been...

With my final breath, I place this letter in her hand,
A token of my love, my farewell unspoken:
'When this war is over, let our dreams flourish,
Picture our child—our hope, our future.

Though I may never see it,
I am with you in every heartbeat, every sigh.'

As my eyes close, I find solace
In the vision of a life forever out of reach.
She drifts away, carrying my last message,
Turning the earth crimson, mingling with my blood,
A testament to dreams that will never bloom.

In my last moments, I see you beside me,
Our future marred only by the shadows of war.
May my love reach you through this silence,
And may our dreams find light in the peace I longed for.

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