I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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Upon the twilight of winter, the sky falls ever so slightly slower than during the summer as the cold freezes the heavens. During these nights all is stained in a cerulean veil from the frost that sits upon the ground. The moon blocked out from view, as the darkness was the most serene, and perfect for a moment of rest and a chance towards nirvana.
The serenade of the emerald blades was a dance of warriors. Upon the deepest nights in the darkness they sat upon the icing grass and let themselves weep. A true test of the warrior, a rumination took place, as understanding and consideration took place. This was a place for meditation, to unlock what lies within.
Ketsu Eki, the man who held his blade against his heart, began this ritual as a dirge of the hoarfrost black around him, and closed his eyes. This was a chance for others to reach out, and gain a chance to contemplate motives, and learn why each and every scar existed upon the body of the captain.
"Who wishes to join me within this ceremony?"
The serenade of the emerald blades was a dance of warriors. Upon the deepest nights in the darkness they sat upon the icing grass and let themselves weep. A true test of the warrior, a rumination took place, as understanding and consideration took place. This was a place for meditation, to unlock what lies within.
Ketsu Eki, the man who held his blade against his heart, began this ritual as a dirge of the hoarfrost black around him, and closed his eyes. This was a chance for others to reach out, and gain a chance to contemplate motives, and learn why each and every scar existed upon the body of the captain.
"Who wishes to join me within this ceremony?"
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
