She had tears in her eyes. So much strength, yet she wept.
Silently. They flowed down her face in crystal rivers. So much strength... yet why? Why cry? A past so unforgettable, painful. Oh so painful. Her hands on the spear, they shook. Her face held an expression of anger, yet why did she weep? She couldn't have been more than a child, yet she held the stance of a warrior. A wolf cub, fighting for its life. Her clothing... could you call it clothing? A tattered rag of a scarf bound her torso, every inch of exposed flesh criss crossed with pale scars. Worn rope was the only thing that held the coarse, grime smeared lavender fabric to her hips. What she wore on her feet could hardly be called shoes. Once a knight. Once a warrior. What are you now? Where is your heart? Where is your love?
...Why do you cry?
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Contemplations of a knight
So often lost in quiet contemplations, viewing the world through wolven eyes... This is stuff. Just stuff. Stuff fueled by video games, boerdom and hotdogs. Its my personal fanfic/drawing/poetry log now. Like what you see? Leave a comment!~ :3
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