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| The Knight Who Left For A Dream Of His Kingdom...... | |||||||||||||||||
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The story goes for every day in our reality the past is like there is a thousand days for one. The knight, a sovereign warrior, rushed into darkness, he accepted the pain but dreamed of the light for one day he knew what was his right. A Kingmaker they say, the Wizard inside, had lost himself in misery for his love missing bride. A battle of Kingdoms, the wish for a fight, summer madness in the cool breeze of night, she listened to the clamor and waited for the crys of death and of prison and of who she should side. The Wizard all but blinded by the arrow that was love, should soon enough had killed him, for her he should have tried. She once fell for his kindness and his keen witted heart, but that was the blindness, the vision she did impart. Now only the battle and where to bend the fray, his mental constant anquish locked up his power sure that day. His King suffered mortal tragedies. The winds blew up the fantasy, a Wizards sorrowed decay. | ||||||||||||||||
| Caught Off Guard, The Demon Rages.... | |||||||||||||||||
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He thought he had the perfect crime....Start the war and play both sides wait for the moment for time to collide. He had his tempest built in the mind, variable decisions about who is sublime. Never before had the king been decieved but today with a weapon it is he that does bleed. The misguided Wizard, distracted from his charge, to breath life into the armies at large. The kingdom he did build under the quise of a king. Motions without feelings and days without pain. | ||||||||||||||||
| Gone Into The Night Three Dreadful Days.... | |||||||||||||||||
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So the story goes...That after the war his love torn to pieces he reached for his last true peace and release. The old trick of masters, a deception to the meek, only this time his method included his grief, he had forgotten the ritual called for defeat of his own precious emotions, no love lost to repeat. The spell took a turn of darkness and not light, he had used it before but never with such bite. Gone he was into the night out into the darkness, the stars the only light. Time as a dimension from a peculiar fixed sight leaves you to wonder how it is to be alone forever and only alive at night. He found himself alone, chained to a wall while only yesterday he was the Wizard of them all. | ||||||||||||||||
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