The destroyed me...

The defeated hero

This would look good on you my king..

The whimsical queen of the empire took a gold chain,and said..

The tied man looked at her,mocking..

Later,he looked at his skin,now a scar of chain on his body,it criss crossed across his chest..

Still he stood, indifferent,his eyes cold..

A hurried footstep approached,and he opened his half closed eyes..

Why are you here,she asked..

He looked at her,his so called wife,or was she?

Wasn't she the sacrifice he had choosen to walk inside this hell?

I am defeated,so I came,he replied..

She looked at his eyes,her eyes held a question..

Are you truely defeated?

Who defeated you?

Yet she need not ask..

She knew,what defeated them,except love,nothing..

She stood behind the queen,as he stood,infront of the crowd..

Her eyes flashed with a promise,to end this soon,for she had to run..

His eyes blinked in gratitude,before they lost,the luster..

And the defeated hero left forever..