The grandest of tales succumbs not in castles,
the joyous victors of the spoils turns not it into a loot.
Once an orphan
twice the tale
finally to compare and not to contrast.
A tale of old lore of mythic strength and emotionally drained one,
takes the love of the art and keeps forging it until it makes him more legendary as it is not his epic one, it is imbued to him as one ancient lore itself.
He takes a challenge to lure that wyrm,
gets the spoils,
hears the tragedy of a valkyrie,
makes her as his queen of life.
Yet in turmoil so much so Society wants to conform up on the objective greed of it all and none to the one who gave it up but not only to fit.
Objects symbolizes what we see in it,
yet the love of subjectified reincarnations has its losses and gains.
Such is the tale of reforging a heart only at the end to burn again and again.
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