The rays of the day are pinning through the skin, like swords that are thrusting in every sway it's making.
He has been pained his entire living, been living, and was taken a freedom away the whole time. Now, his time is dead.
He is not breathing anymore.
I waited for hours but his chest did not hitch. I waited for another hour but I can feel the coldness of his skin.
"A prince claiming an Ore, the next ruler, died?" I laughed. I couldn’t even rearrange the words accordingly.
"So weak." I laughed again as the tears falling continuously like a silent stream. I wanted to caress his face for the last time but I restraint myself.
With all my strength I gathered him after I put his cloak on and started walking out of the cave with swelling eyes.
The sun's done setting, darkness fully
