Spoken of Rapture

Poison heart you are, such horrible tragedy your eyes have seen, such sorrow is unspeakable. You kneel is ash and blackness, the ruins of war and satisfaction lay around you, yet, you stay? Your true colors are shining threw that cracked armor. Your spirit shields the denizens of the weak, but, what do you receive in return. Nothing. Yet, you still kneel. You've been hurt and yet you will fight. Yes you will fight to find that one again. Nothing will waver you for there is nothing to stop you. Not even deaths embrace can waver you. For your true strength lies within yourself, and you will stand once again.