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Quick storyline questioning Love, exposing the danger in it but also the beauty in war. |
| What is Love, but a battle at war? The chariot, glides across land for the sake of it. Body Armor, glistens in the sun as a beam of protection. The sword, edged to perfection, ready to kiss flesh so passionately. Face to Face with opposition just to dance in chaos. What is Love, but a battle at war? The melodious yowling to acknowledge the time is now. Attempts to fluidly dodge danger during combat. The body is put the rest after the intrusion of a dagger. Eye to Eye with a friend to whom you gift your last gasp. What is Love, but a battle at war? |