I felt like crying when I made this.
Somewhat like every other work I put on here that isn't a story or fic. xD
SILVERADO, I DUN WANNA GOES!
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So maybe I want to be yours. And I'll give all that up and move miles away
Just to find you. Even if it hurts.
I always laughed. You made me a knight.
And in that movement, I, in fact, left you.
And we were in touching distance.
Irony. Such irony.
Now it hurts. Goodbye, Rocinante.
I hope you never understand.
Why didn't I think of it that way?
I hold the memento. One that I've thrown and stolen and granted me
vision. To see the middle ages in its finest light, so I can be
overcome by the
vision.
You allowed me to be Don Quixote de la Mancha. We rode in the sunset. Though, these hells we traveled made it all more amusing.
We traversed Dante's inferno and stabbed satan, and replaced him with a beaner.
When I heard it escape your lips on that last day, I laughed.
Maybe I should have cherished that last hour.
