The wind howls in the forest, like the roar of a warrior.
The rain falls on the ground, like the tears of God.
The soldiers have only orders left, their love and hope,
Lost in the endless chaos of war.
But in this pain and turmoil,
Love still burns, and this flame gives them life.
Because in the darkest moment, they found a way,
Holding each other tightly, away from fear.
The wind may rage, the rain may fall like tears,
Although time will erase all traces, love will always remain.
Although the war is endless,
Their love remains the same, shining like a beacon.
Because in the end, love is the true victory,
A force that conquers all, even though we are deeply sinful.
About the Creator
CHEN龙
It is better to make peace with oneself than to make peace with the world
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
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