Fresh start.

Andrew Deaton

Make your move.

Lift your sword.

 

You wish to prove you are the warlord.

Steps so faint.

Is it not quaint?

 

This place you know.

Reach in deep and search your soul.

 

Take the leap straight towards your goal.

Target locked then swing like hell.

 

A spirit shocked.

A broken shell.

 

Conquered beast and rescued heart.

Safely released to make a fresh start.

 

I am strong this i see.

This is war and written by me.

  • Author: Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2025 08:55
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 3
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