One look at the knights army, told a story. Reflections of a past nightmare glittering glory, found under the dogs set forth.
Let loose your beast into this world and find your porch.
Blood stained satin fury and ice cold sculptures. Raising your arms in a salute, while dining on blood and passion.
Why stop now. Continue. Move. Look up, I am not done with it.
Time will always move forward. You may fight , kick, and scream, but tomorrow will always come. This moment fleeting, as the next is compelling.
What will you become, as your soul grows old?
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