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The War WithinMy life is forfiet for the cause.The War Within
My blade is drawn to defend my soul.
My shield is raised to protect my heart.
Anguish stands at one side of the field, and Young Love on the other. The combatantsface each other, weapons poised and ready.
The crash of steel on steel. The steps of precise feet. The deadly dance within me has most assuredly begun.
Anguish fights fast and dirty, with axes and hidden knives.
Love raises his sword and shield, the image of strength and honor.
Love will seem tri
by ~ADarkKnight
The DuelThe duelists faced each other, drawn swords in hand. They crossed each other, rapiers glinting. The moon shone clear and bright across the land. A flash of light, the hiss of cold steel singing. They had been brothers, once. Only hatred remains. The clash of steel, the stomping of feet. The deadly dance of honor, their mutual banes. The coreography precise in the dtreet. Lunging, slashing, parrying, riposting. Cold, cruel steel, sharpened by hate, gleams. The duelists never wavering They face each other for the final clashes. From hot, vengeful hate flies deathThe Duel
by ~ADarkKnight
CampThe trees are tall and proud. The lake is cool and fresh.Camp
The trails here are long, just perfect for a hike.
The cabins all look alike, but there are many different friends inside.
This is camp.
From the feel of the water I was baptised in, to the warmth of a glowing campfire, this is camp.
With conversations filled with laughter, to ones filled with crying and hugs, this is camp.
Camp does not judge. Camp does not discriminate.
Camp is here when you need it, through all of your life.
Ca
by ~ADarkKnight
ScarsScars crisscross my mind.Scars
Scars of love. Scars of loss.
Scars of sorrow. Scars of joy.
How can such good events leave such terrible scars?
Once loved, twice shy, As I believe the coloquialism goes.
The times of joy, contrast the times of sorrow, and make them seem
so much worse.
We wonder, "Why can't things just be simply as good
as they used to be?"
The scars are not from joy or love or happiness, but instead are from the longing to feel them again.
by ~ADarkKnight
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- Current Residence: Redmond, WA
- Interests: Fencing, reding, swords and armour, medieval history, living.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Classic Batman logo
- Favourite game: Batman: Arkam Asylum
- Personal Quote: "We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey" - Kenji Miyazawa
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