I would never have imagined
that you would be the one to slay me.
But perhaps in your eyes,
I was not the man you thought me to be.
You chose to drive this blade into me
in the coldest manner possible.
Silent and swift as a serpent in the night;
You ensured that my end was probable.
Yet the man had died so long ago;
the only thing he shed was bitter tears.
For though he had lost his faith again,
he had the experience of his years...
And the anguish he felt was so constant,
it dulled his sense to any further pain.
Thrice more would the man call out to her;
before Diablo would walk again...