• Shot heard round the world,
    Blood spilled in peace,
    A merry merry painless death,
    Is all I see in front of me.
    Maybe its because I'm crazy,
    That's what I'm called by most,
    But you don't even know me,
    I'm just a simple Host.
    My body bleeds and aches,
    No answer to this pain,
    My memories scream,
    My hands ache for more,
    Blood pools at my feet,
    A sword in my hand,
    The rise of the battle,
    Soaring in my head.
    The battle I have lost,
    Seems to matter no more,
    I'm trapped in my own mind,
    I'm only a memory.
    Will I live once more?
    Will I see the other two?
    Will they remember me?
    My body lies there,
    Lifeless,
    But my soul lives on,
    A reminder of the life that could of won.
    "Remember me!" I beg,
    "Don't let me slip into the past!"
    (Blood splatters and there is silence.)
    ...