a blood stained blade,
armor blackened and beaten.
a fighter, looking for the end.
Each fight another step to the end
Each fight won
seems more like a loss
As his heart grows colder
with each passing beat
Facing a black dawn
he waits for the next
fight to begin
day in, day out.
He plays the pawn,
To something greater.
though with all his heart
He wished he never,
Taken up this place
as the fool of Aries.
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