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The knight who knows no rest She - not a warrior at all different as a ***** amongst clubs. The knight that does not rest ventures forth in my creeping nightmare forest. Not slaying creatures of fear and rage but holding them until they resolve themselves. Others have come to the forest in search of violence, of burning the trees down, but instead, they only tangle further. Encasing the wickedness deeper. That is my ever-expanding fear. The knight who knows no rest loves the creatures until they shrink to nothing or burns themselves ablaze into shrapnel in the winds. The knight that does not rest armor she dons, covered in scorch marks and scratches gets the job done. One cannot fight fear with fear or rage with rage. The knight loves all the creatures of my forest. The knight who knows no rest has found her way to me at last. Instead of the terror I've inflicted upon her, she comes with love instead of venom. The knight that does not rest lays her head in my lap, toasting herself by the fire helmet removed, She sleeps for once.
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
***** Amongst Clubs
The knight who knows no rest She - not a warrior at all different as a ***** amongst clubs. The knight that does not rest ventures forth in my creeping nightmare forest. Not slaying creatures of fear and rage but holding them until they resolve themselves. Others have come to the forest in search of violence, of burning the trees down, but instead, they only tangle further. Encasing the wickedness deeper. That is my ever-expanding fear. The knight who knows no rest loves the creatures until they shrink to nothing or burns themselves ablaze into shrapnel in the winds. The knight that does not rest armor she dons, covered in scorch marks and scratches gets the job done. One cannot fight fear with fear or rage with rage. The knight loves all the creatures of my forest. The knight who knows no rest has found her way to me at last. Instead of the terror I've inflicted upon her, she comes with love instead of venom. The knight that does not rest lays her head in my lap, toasting herself by the fire helmet removed, She sleeps for once.
I am both the knight who knows no rest and the forest keeper. Where others have torn and burned, I have loved and accepted. I fear another knight is on the forefront of the forest, and I'm curious to see what he does
Sarah-Von
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
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