Once was a great knight.
One man army,
A warrior, who knelt to no one, but the night.
Who asked nothing from any.
Centuries pass lavishly
Countless bloods have been shed.
Warrior fought through war in agony.
No promises of peace, war continues with no end.
As thy armor filled with rust
As thy armor filled with cracks
A wish was whispered into the dust
War did not end, but the warrior's, soon will
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Written By Emotions
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