• When hope is perished... when you sink in despair... your legs give way beneath you..your no longer able to stand from torture... you feel trapped in the darkness of you soul... your tunic is dyed with blood... the world is like a dungeon, a cell reeking of burnt flesh... you enemy watches you with pure satisfaction.. from his robes he pulls out a dagger.Get back up and stab him with his dagger...be merciless, like me and my companion Luke were.We overpowered his guards, got back our swords.We listened to the dying faint beating of their black hearts as we killed them.We saw the fear on their faces as we plunged our swords into them, the astonishment on their faces as they died, some faces a mask of terror in their deaths.The walls ran with blood.