Through the Eyes of a Dragon (from 1998 or 1999)

Some would like you to believe that the eyes are the windows into the soul. If you are one of these people I'm here to tell you that you are a fool, for what it is that I've come to realize is that the eyes are not windows but merely mirrors which reflect the pieces that you wish to see. Until you realize this you are at a disadvantage. For if you fail to see the dragon within them you will surely die.

Now for some of you I am sure dragons are more like fairytales and demons only live in children's nightmares. But for me and the thousands of others like me who have fought on the bloody battle grounds of life. We have seen those dragons that live in the souls devouring it; making them numb to death. Destroying their guilt they no longer see the faces of their enemies or hear their pleas. And after awhile that is all their heart knows. Death. They crave it, they search for it, they become it. Those are the demons who haunt me, who stalk me. I am not saying that I too have not fallen victim to the dragons grip, for I too have lusted for the blood of another. Blinded by rage and betrayal, I hunted them, I killed them.

But I was forced back to reality the only way possible. By seeing myself in the ones I hated. Hearing the pleas of the fallen that I too once cried. And with that, at the end of a battle I surely would have won, I lay down my sword.

So it is now standing in the rain of a battlefield I created looking upon the bodies of those I killed I end my life the way it has always been. Alone. May the faults I had in this world not follow me to the next. Please forgive me, and for the first time may my name be yours like it was always meant to be.

Aya Yuramaso