Caprini-Lo, Davide

Number One
Simply put, I have no truth of name now.

My life is gone, my days are done, I want

To see who will become of me and how;

For fate I don’t know what I am beyond

 

a lowly fighter, grunt for here and there.

For whom I fight there is no sake or cause.

Today I don’t know how my friends are fair

When all around the windy light is not.

 

I fight, I battle, the turbulent dark

All around caresses me and brings me

''Home to those I kill. For those men I mark''

Know naught but the concept of hate gently.

 

And still from me they run and they shall run;

They run from me, the man with no loved ones.

Number Two
My love, my great Akuean Tori:

I find myself always writing for you;

You are my muse, my fate, the sole story

''I wish to read. For you, I will be true,''

 

''As faithful as I can. You are my world,''

''More than is allowed. But I fear, my dear,''

That should I give myself to sails unfurled,

That all I have known will become of fears.

 

For this reason I cannot relinquish

My heart upon my sleeve as I would like.

For you, my Tori, are the one I need

''In this life. For you I desire to fight:''

 

But oft’ a state of loyalty is due;

My government demands are tried and true.

Number Three
This day was hell, Akuean Tori.

I have fought my love, my world, my state;

I know where I stand in purgatory.

But now I must go and repatriate.

 

''Caught in devils, angels born from old, yet still I cannot predict my future--''

Because I don’t know which story was told.

I hope it’s a fate that has a viewer.

 

A viewer who judges me equally:

In the one I fight for what’s true and love,

A case to my people of treachery;

The other I run from all the above.

 

Do not let my punishment be on you—

Tell them all what is hell and what is true.