The morning rises above Gabrielle's head with honor,
while being dragged by time and off his chest.
Twilight covering the silent horizon,
similar to a stance of an undoubted warrior.
A face, holding on to a fierce decision.
The face that repeatedly suffered vast collisions.
Advancing unstoppable with only one direction.
Through the Valley of Life, holding the Light of the Sun.
Struggling with the known adversary in his own horrible battle,
kneeling with swords and killing like never before.
Gabrielle illuminated innocents from the beginning of the apocalypse,
but struggled by fighting the unknown war.
The dodges and the massive blows diminished him.
He lost his strength throughout this sadness.
Being pulled to the ground by the worlds gravity,
left him motionless with a broad of madness.
His Sword of Day elevated to the sky,
and the body of the once known warrior was lifted.
The Light of the Sun was left in debris,
but the sounds of the winds, strengthened and gifted.
His eyes opened forced with pain,
foreseeing the twilight of truth.
His muscles were left defying gravity,
as he stood up with his shattered fruit.
He walked the fields to infinite glory,
getting punctured countless times.
These thrusts are worth the life of the living,
and the forgotten souls are being saved with the Light of Kind.
