A ray woven out of countless hard tries
A flower blossoming from a bloodied field
Both bestowed by hopes defying the skies
Leaving wounds for both partners never healed
A gold never dimmed by the trickery of the night
A red always turning the brutal darkness to light
Wielded when love and comradery filled your hand
Wielded as these dreams were caged in a foreign land
The blooms of a vernal spring
Had never left your eyes or sight
The misfortunes fate had to bring
Never sullied the two lance's bright
The bud of the future opens with a new estranged scent
But your promises did not abandon the words they meant
Your legs are not used to run after prophecies
Determination alone sets the goal your heart sees
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Tarnished, pride remained pure in your heart
Vilified, honesty never made the choice to depart
And the prayer bearing your name never strayed
Fearless, the armor was never your shield
Valiant, you reached to hopes hidden and sealed
Bringing faith to those whose souls in vain prayed
The white flowers offered at the love shrine
Could not wither even when it was their time to
Dew turned to tears but the color kept its shine
The wind sending letters of love and hope to you
Your faith was not an easy game to play against
Your soul with a promise of love was always fenced
The moments of time wavered but you kept fighting
Fate drowning you in wrongs you need not righting
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Your spears beckoned to the sun
And scathed the earth in a just rage
And you kept refusing to run
Even as the struggle grew into a cage
Your spears can carry the flower with care
A testimony to the princess's love you share
Your spears can break through the treacherous bars
And soar with the wings of will and reach the stars
Your promise lives vividly in your soul
Like the lost sceneries you always recall
The distant voice never fail to shout and call
Even while descending a dark abyss in a vague fall
Your name and spears to remain whole...
Diarmuid's Character Theme/Part 1