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Closed Masks-
Breaths out cold
frozen air
he
gazes.
His body scarred from the battle in-
decision final call. No victors no
losses. Defend your flag, your country Defend-
your king, your queen. Owe yourself
castle muerta. Each second fell helplessly. We
lost. And he wasn’t there. A
story of a man, a knight, a warrior- Tage
his title. Fought each battle-defending against
Moors Rebels, and barbarians. Only his ACE-D
reputation salvaged his shame.
DISCRACED-His family cried
their death. No HONOR!!-
shouted cries from majestic
perches. He
ran, fled
disbanded and
chased fear.
Cried... Cried...
Never to
ever see
any- one
of only
MEANING AGAIN.
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