An old man stares at his suit of armour,
With the weight of the world
Upon his shoulders
Armour which at one time
He wore proudly,
Worn down by war and all its horrors
He had made a vow
To only dawn it,
In the darkest of hours
And as his world darkened
He emerged...
Ready to face whatever death conjures
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
An old man stares at his suit of armour,
With the weight of the world
Upon his shoulders
Armour which at one time
He wore proudly,
Worn down by war and all its horrors
He had made a vow
To only dawn it,
In the darkest of hours
And as his world darkened
He emerged...
Ready to face whatever death conjures
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