Let us play words with our words like swords that clashes in hordes of warriors, gnashing every breath and life. Let us write poems that arouses roses, spout curses beneath the leaves and cut it in half, losing what we have, we value what we love, forget when we have enough. Fight me, ****** your sword in me as I've trusted you with my sword. I fought giants and dragons, gods and demons, hordes and legions. yet for what reason we continue to fight? For what reason we continue to follow the light? Have I hoped too much? Or lies ate me as such. But at least **** me with your arrow and behead me with your sword.