The Centerfold On Frost Field.
As I lay on my back dying I heard the cry for help.
With the last of my endurance I stand on my feet.
Valiantly I break ground!
As I grasp my axes within twain of my hands.
Though exasperated, I release my mournful cry!
With my last aggression, I let loose my inner berserker!
To bastion, for glory, for thy honor, for thy blood, for thy bonds!
Feet thunderous as I break earth upon each step!
As I run my breath hits the frozen air, like lava melting even frozen fear!
Valiantly my body adapts, with the fortitude of the gods.
Volatile is my mind as I rush into fighting the fowl fiends!
Alone I stand against the devastating foes!
With the tenacity of the witcher I fight against their enemies!
With blood, sweat, grit, and tears, I shred them to bits!
One by one they befall my feet, in thy raven's eyes they feed.
Only by Valkyrie's hand on frostfield, may I be saved!
With my battle born cry I continue to slay!
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Yeah left the pages of an unfinished life on hold,
Waiting for the help, to I learn I had to do it myself,
Now I'm writing the pages with fat facts that most be under attack while I'm laughing at the end who told,
Who slipping sticking with Sara soon Witcher,
What's happening to the truth that's differ more and more,
Everyone trying to connect each four, connect each now the rich is still rich as the poor is poor,
What's happening to this world?
What happen to the chapter's untold, stories of history blurr lost,
Today I wanted my love free and myself happy.
5/5/13
The Pillar of Time
Witcher 3
“The Witcher 3
Oh how I love thee!
I swing my sword
Through that hoard
And with my sign
I shall melt your spin!”
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