Knightly

Knightly


That agonizing feeling of a heart which once was full of hopes and dreams, full of enthusiasm, and full of strength, now being squeezed like a tin can about to be thrown in the flames of inextinguishable fire, burn to ashes, and the enemies preparing for feast to enjoy the torment of him who’s being hunted, the laugh and their smiles never flitting still seizing that moment of savoring that very pain of his.

Then, when light is about to fade from the eyes of his, a flash of last courage extracted from his very pain has gone berserk. Illuminating radiance called a battle cry blinding his enemies with their own fears of what was called a hero. Steeling his soul for the second chance, stealing foes’ spirit leaving them crippled, trembled upon him whose mercy was bestowed on no one anymore.

The hunter being hunted now haunted inside their very core. A new lore casted upon by him who holds the sword, now casts away the lives of those who’re never favored, beheaded, dreaded, and to nothing more. And now he who stands on the bloods of the very battle field which awakened him, looked up, and raised his knightly shredder, calling his hunger for lightning and thunder… nevermore.

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