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There was something of a lust in that drows eyes
A brief glimpse into those silvery depths would show of love and war in ages past
A fallen warriors encarnate, the embodiment of a hundred swordsmen's souls
The passion of battle was unquenchable
Fires burned in his wake. A path of destruction
A dark hero of wars, a villainous shadow without a face
Long as his blades were wet, it didnt make much difference
If he saw a thug in the street pressing himself upon a woman
Sure enough, hed slaughter the man where he stood
Whether or not he did this for the greater good, or just for the sake of killing...
The way he presented himself would make the later seem the more true
The glory of battle was the fire inside him
For every hopeless soul that fell beneath his feet, he felt just that much more alive
It was a bit much to comprehend, some would see it as senseless violence
Fools, every last one of them
A brief glimpse..Imagine if you had stared
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