A warrior for certain, his battleground; the mind. His quest to bring us freedom, but is it there to find. Prowess almost infinite, yet his mark he cannot see. Mortal wounds that scathe his flesh, his enemies yet flee. He cracks the doorway, hides his frown. Unclear results, will weigh him down. A touch of truth, he starts to ponder. Finds failure, when his mind doth wander. His only quest, begins with the end. He strives for our strife, our only friend.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 07:29:27 +0000
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