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Feb 5
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
Written by
J-Long  21/M/Canada
   BR Dragos
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