A New Age Reign
A masterminded kingdom sets the new age rule. Two monarchs once trained to now duel. Purposes are unknown as the two take to the field. Both are field with courage and either will never yield. A lost love is the new age rage. These are men ready to battle full of authorized Caesar like rage. As the onslaught blood reign continues towards a man slain. This is an honored crusade with much to gain.
Many men have stepped into this ravaged battle tested field with broken hearts and lost love causing them to clash. A royal intensity spreads like a rash. The battle has now commenced. As one springs for his life the other is drenched. So who has won this skill of new age strife? All his highness wanted to do was die with his beloved wife.
His intent was never to kill, but as things got deranged it was time to take aim. This was his time to mane. Bloody and battered the king is sought with new age worship. This is something he will equip for his reign is no longer in need of a pistol grip.
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