Battalion below and armour adorned, the warrior tosses her shield. Her sword becomes drawn, as she storms down the hill, to save those that she loves in the field. The buried white flag is kept safe in the ground, as she pats down the earth all around. Underneath her sharp nails, on the curves of her cheeks, the tear-soiled dirt can be found. The echoing sound of her pain resonates in the wind, as her back becomes cribbled with blades. But she bounces right back for the ones she has lost and the loved ones she’s struggling to save.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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