if you were stalking alone in the darkness of my minefield i would rip out my soul and smash it on the ground graving for a spark of light to guide you away from the horrific reality. Guide you away i would scream. 'it was to guide you away my damsel!' But at what cost? What cost for the poor lady? Perhaps to scar her own soul? Perhaps to ruin her through a life time? The damsel would scream. 'Oh it is worse than most blows!' She would scream while getting blown away. The mistake, i realise. Is that i set it off myself. I set off the the flint myself. My eyes would look down at my soul seeping through smoke and ash and i would ask you, how? How could it hold so much power? A single man's soul? It has blowed you away. I have blowed you away. A single soul and a single man. And one single spark of light.
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