It was over. The battle fought, the war one. Yet, in the moment, it seemed worthless. He plodded through the wreckage. Heedless of the smoke and ash stinging his eyes. The world was a dull grey blur save for the figure he held in his arms. Such a tiny thing. And yet so full of spirit. She had been his light in the darkness. The fire to keep his spirit burning. His will to fight against evil. Now both were gone. She brought hope and determination where ever she went. The polar opposite of his now deceased foe. In his foolish rush to vanquish the monster incarnate, the hero had inadvertently cleared a path for the girl to follow. The climatic battle between light and dark had allowed the child to slip past; deep into the evildoer's fortress. There she found his ultimate weapon. There she destroyed it, the villain, and herself. The day was won and battle over. But as the hero looked at the body cradled in his arms, it felt anything like a victory.
I believe music should do more then make us feel something. It should inspire us to create worlds that the piece can be set to. Yours succeeds brilliantly.