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Careless Whisper
04 Oct, 10:46
Careless Whisper
16 Sep, 20:54
Behind him rides a silent band,
Their banners thread through twilight’s strand.
Their hearts are firm, their voices low,
For they to battle swift do go.
The woodland speaks in secret tongue,
Of ancient wars when the world was young.
Yet on he rides, through mist and glade,
For oaths once sworn that cannot fade.
No fear he bears, nor hope of rest,
For in his breast beats one sole quest.
To where the fading sun doth die,
He rides beneath a darkened sky.
Though shadows crawl and night draws near,
No trembling hand, no hint of fear.
For fate doth call, in whispered breath,
The rider bold, through life and death.
Their banners thread through twilight’s strand.
Their hearts are firm, their voices low,
For they to battle swift do go.
The woodland speaks in secret tongue,
Of ancient wars when the world was young.
Yet on he rides, through mist and glade,
For oaths once sworn that cannot fade.
No fear he bears, nor hope of rest,
For in his breast beats one sole quest.
To where the fading sun doth die,
He rides beneath a darkened sky.
Though shadows crawl and night draws near,
No trembling hand, no hint of fear.
For fate doth call, in whispered breath,
The rider bold, through life and death.
Careless Whisper
16 Sep, 20:54
⚜️ Beneath the Boughs of Elden Gloom ⚜️
In twilight’s grasp, where shadows loom,
Beneath the boughs of eldritch gloom,
A rider bold with banner flown,
Doth tread the paths of lands unknown.
His helm, the wolf’s grim visage wrought,
A silent sentinel of thought.
With eyes that pierce the misty veil,
He rides beneath the forest pale.
The oaks, long bent with ancient years,
Whisper their tales of vanished seers.
Yet still he rides, through whispering leaves,
The golden sun behind him heaves.
A sword of silver, long and keen,
By his strong hand, a blade unseen.
With armor dark as midnight’s wing,
He rides where only shadows sing.
In twilight’s grasp, where shadows loom,
Beneath the boughs of eldritch gloom,
A rider bold with banner flown,
Doth tread the paths of lands unknown.
His helm, the wolf’s grim visage wrought,
A silent sentinel of thought.
With eyes that pierce the misty veil,
He rides beneath the forest pale.
The oaks, long bent with ancient years,
Whisper their tales of vanished seers.
Yet still he rides, through whispering leaves,
The golden sun behind him heaves.
A sword of silver, long and keen,
By his strong hand, a blade unseen.
With armor dark as midnight’s wing,
He rides where only shadows sing.
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