Riding into battle sword high ready for the fight.
Friends and Foes had left there woes now silence this moonless night.
She waits breath held for the moment that she shuns there smart she thinks but knows the truth that death is the more clever one.
A clash of steel rings out and echoes across the field as the fights begun they'll wonder who has won its the Puppet Masters at the wheel.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Riding into battle sword high ready for the fight.
Friends and Foes had left there woes now silence this moonless night.
She waits breath held for the moment that she shuns there smart she thinks but knows the truth that death is the more clever one.
A clash of steel rings out and echoes across the field as the fights begun they'll wonder who has won its the Puppet Masters at the wheel.
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