Fight
Carve a path. For those to follow.

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Restless nights grow 
 Feeling my unclenched jaw snap close upon my tongue severing me from the world of speaking-lacking the truth only spitting lies 
 A weary knight 
 Who licks his wounds deepened by the despair of fallen comrades, no tears of mourning will wake them. 
 Growing blight 
 Plagued with rage and drunken hatred-reckless anger in gluttonous hunger, all consumed by malaise.. 
 An eternal fight with oneself 
 Grabbing that knife on the shelf.  
 We see eye to eye… flying daggers and wounds open 
 Blood spilled, willing to lose everything for a token.

The Warrior’s Spirit
Cladded in armour unbreakable 
 Armed with steel and iron will 
 Bare the scars of the fallen  
 Breathe the ashen pain 
 Casting fear aside  
 A fiery rage grows within