Will

It’s when the stars
Fade with rising dawn

My plate armor
Is dented
And punctured

Bloody and ruined

Sword and shield
Drop from hands
Fatigued, I keel

With broken endurance
And no longer will
Find a mythic will
To avenge myself

Yet you will

Take the weaponry
And dawn the visage
I once wore

Fighting a freakish foe
In my name

Fierce and fiery
A haze
Passion on display

A will to be feared
A fury in soul flame

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