Hypothesis

I do not believe it is the flames of passion burning bright, but the funeral pyre of this cursed knight. Which makes no sense because I continue so, taking the good with the bad, kicking and screaming as I go. Trying to find what fits true and correct, to mirror my soul mate and reflect. And now I ask can there be a soul mate for one with no soul? A mere puppet under an older gods' control. So many angles tried and refuted, can my view of life be disputed. Heartbreaking words emoted through heartbreaking conditions. I now see love as a superstition. Don't cross it and I will not be harmed, shedding armor and defense I will walk unarmed. Joke the path to leave a walkway of smiles. Feign no interest for the remaining miles. Keep my memories to remind me so, relate to no one and never let them know. I think that's the key to open my vehicle of aggression, to reach an ultimate destination.