Friday, May 8, 2009

Act VII

The hero striketh back,
Scarring the one he once held dear.
Wounded, the wanderer retreateth.

Bonds.
Are they even worth the sacrifice?

Nursing his wounds,
The wanderer standeth up.

Nothing shall forestall his return.

Sword in hand,
Shield by side.
The wanderer is no longer,
A warrior has he become.

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