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Lay down your defenses You will not be able to resist this Put away your weapons and take down your protective fences It's wasted energy to fight what's pulling you Discard your layers of armor This arrow already penetrated your heart Drop the shield trying to deflect kindness coming your way Lift off your helmet to make room for your crown Your spear is useless now Here you stand naked and bare willing to accept this love you've found We can be warriors Stronger together An unbeatable pair Fighting demons Slaying dragons And leading a path to victory with the energy we share The question is "Do you Dare?"
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
lyteweaver
It's Your Battle
Lay down your defenses You will not be able to resist this Put away your weapons and take down your protective fences It's wasted energy to fight what's pulling you Discard your layers of armor This arrow already penetrated your heart Drop the shield trying to deflect kindness coming your way Lift off your helmet to make room for your crown Your spear is useless now Here you stand naked and bare willing to accept this love you've found We can be warriors Stronger together An unbeatable pair Fighting demons Slaying dragons And leading a path to victory with the energy we share The question is "Do you Dare?"
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the paved country road swells under the heavy footfalls of the weary warrior it is the dawn of march and the roses will remember the blush of death no more. no more that is due to the sullen rock which the freshly smeared crimson slumbers upon no more that is due to the holy droplets hauntingly trailing their way home from the sky like divine reprisal the heavens cry the loss which will be remembered no more that is due. no more that is due to the village folks strutting about rejoicing the return of the weary warrior and his dripping sword. no more that is due to the chaste maiden weeping in the wet meadow for her freedom is gained and another one’s lost. the weary warrior moves along the muddy path still while the dripping drizzle heartens his tired soul for he know that someone does weep for the life which has been forcibly and heartlessly taken that day that warm day of april struck by lightning and  thunder and fragile fury. it is said that to slay a monster creates another and to save a life a debt is repaid for the cost of life is a life still. and yet the warrior moves along and does not weep he’s coming home and does not stop his heavy footfalls nor the beating of his erratic heart which has been yearning for it. the fire will burn the remains of the day no more but the fire was home too the fire was life and it has been extinguished. the wary long-battled warrior is coming home through the cave and the meadow and the country path for he has seen and lived it all and can never turn away from the scorching tear in his chest and the village is his home no more. the village is water and rain and it will not stop just like his tired steps the whole world has sank away into the water therefore the tired warrior does not return to the world and instead he decides to return home.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
cardiopath
dragon slayer
the paved country road swells under the heavy footfalls of the weary warrior it is the dawn of march and the roses will remember the blush of death no more. no more that is due to the sullen rock which the freshly smeared crimson slumbers upon no more that is due to the holy droplets hauntingly trailing their way home from the sky like divine reprisal the heavens cry the loss which will be remembered no more that is due. no more that is due to the village folks strutting about rejoicing the return of the weary warrior and his dripping sword. no more that is due to the chaste maiden weeping in the wet meadow for her freedom is gained and another one’s lost. the weary warrior moves along the muddy path still while the dripping drizzle heartens his tired soul for he know that someone does weep for the life which has been forcibly and heartlessly taken that day that warm day of april struck by lightning and  thunder and fragile fury. it is said that to slay a monster creates another and to save a life a debt is repaid for the cost of life is a life still. and yet the warrior moves along and does not weep he’s coming home and does not stop his heavy footfalls nor the beating of his erratic heart which has been yearning for it. the fire will burn the remains of the day no more but the fire was home too the fire was life and it has been extinguished. the wary long-battled warrior is coming home through the cave and the meadow and the country path for he has seen and lived it all and can never turn away from the scorching tear in his chest and the village is his home no more. the village is water and rain and it will not stop just like his tired steps the whole world has sank away into the water therefore the tired warrior does not return to the world and instead he decides to return home.
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