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Tragic's Wake
Break The Silence
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His castle stands in a land lost. Out his window he looks out on a kingdom. A place he once loved. Then came a plague. Black death of doubt. A blight of confusion sank his land to desolation.
He wants to ride out and battle this foe. He cannot find it. It hides in dark corners. Lurks and steals the victory of joy away. How to fight a foe that hides behind your eyes?
All he does is sit, stewing in dispair. He can’t seem to drag him self from his now false throne. He is no lord in this castle now. His place has been usurped. A coup thrown by his own mind. The black knight is his own shadow. Many duels faught between These two corners of his mind. Leaving a wreck of thoughts. The battle rages in places unseen by any others.
It’s time to arise old lord. Take back your throne and know your might. This is your land. You need only reclaim it and the rains will fall. Washing this death away in a flood of love.
