I am a nightmare. A disease.
The predator to all the prey in the world.

I am Sorrow.

Despair transformed my nature.
Loss altered my purpose.
Passion defined my pain.

This is my affliction.

This deception,
this engagement with my own end,
the endless darkness,
and the thing that dwells within.

He is the architect of my Desolation.

In agony, I draw my breath
and draw my sword.
In torment, I charge into battle
to face myself one final time.

In this, I find my despair.