As he unraveled the last thread,
The fight within died.
His palms fell off the edge of humanity’s frail bed,
As his spirit rose to start anew.
No longer sad but bemused by the tragic end,
Of a body failed by the tragedy of a failed system created by man!
No looking back, for there was a dark space, nothing to see.
And so, forward he went into a place,
Where only his imagination had once been able to conjure.
Celestial bodies, preparing for war.
He grinned, for so long within him
Yearned the desire of soldierhood.
The desire to help the weak,
The desire to brave it all
To desire to fulfil a thirst of completion.
The completion of brotherhood!