He caught a glimpse of a great fortress
in the frozen wastelands of the north.
Of a lost paradise on a distant world.
He saw a time when he had no blood on his hands,
and never would.
When the violence of hatred and mistrust,
the temptation of moral compromise,
could no more overcome him
than a droplet of water could conquer the sun.
But then the memory slipped away
like the dream it was.
