L’agenda journalier de Geneviève, sœur à Pierre-Pascal
Quintidi, Floréal, décade 22, DCCLXXXIX.
GUILT
I do my duty and I do what I believe is just,
And in the Highhorn Quarry I failed in all my tasks.
The blacksmith’s apprentice fell to mortal blows –
Whether or not I’m responsible I’ll never truly know.
A blazing torch thrown to safeguard my friends,
That was my one and only intent.
The only thing I know is this:
My conscience will be forever marred,
Forever stained,
Ever tormented by a burdensome shame.
JUDGMENT
I was marked for sudden death by the infernal unknown,
Accepting my bitter fate, I made peace with my past.
My would-be executioner was wounded, but still she brightly shone,
With unnatural hatred and dedication to her murderous craft.
It was not enough – she was downed by my hand.
Without hesitation, I carried her away from the maws of the damned.
The hellish elemental still demanded my final end,
“Here I stand,” was my cri de jour,
A stern refusal to comply with its cruel amend.
It burned me, leaving me a charred contour.
“Here I stand,” was my defiant farewell,
Before the fiery thing started to raise sheer hell.
If only it went differently, another chance:
“Here I stand,” alone in a deathly dance.
FAREWELL
He was my brother, the pride of us all.
Why? Why is he gone?
Why could I not save him?
Could I have?
I will not stray from my path.
Redemption, mercy, benevolence.
For myself, for everyone I meet.
His memory will light the way.
For those who come after.
J’espère te revoir bientôt, Pascal. Le Phare doré qui illuminera éternellement mon chemin.