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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What to do with the remains of a man carved hollow? After years of war and struggle and hardship, when his love is stripped away, his morals stolen by the thief of time. The people tear him open, then feasting on his open flesh; What shall the monster do? He shall retaliate, crushing everything in his path, his sights set on one thing. To return to his love. He's already fought blood and bone with the public, now his biggest enemy awaits. He sits at the edge of the lake, peering at his reflection below. The battle with the toughest monster has now officially begun. The universe is a jester and his torturous existence is one of its many jokes. His eyes wander to the stars dotting the sky above. They are blazing lies of hope, veiled by the false promise of a granted wish. Oh, man definitely has a wish. Man is greedy. He longs for his love. His ray of light in the darkness, the gentle breeze that clears his storm. The Earth beneath him recoils, rejecting the weight of what he has become. His hands curl into fists-- yet the battle is long over. He tumbles into the lake. He sinks and sinks. Clawing at anything, absolutely anything to save himself from plunging, His desperate screams ripped from his throat as he plummets deeper and deeper. His sudden drop is cushioned by two gentle limbs. He looks up, and meets someone's eyes-- gentle and familiar. Fingers threading through the tattered sinew of his soul, Winding and mending the broken remains of him back together. Monster falls apart. He has never looked so small in his entire life. The ghost of unsaid words bubble up as his breath dissolves into the water. No war, no battle had ever unraveled him like this. No enemy had left him this bare and vulnerable. Not a warrior, not even a monster. Just a man. And nothing in this world is more fragile, more doomed-- Than a man with nothing left.
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