I sit on my throne spinning my sword in the floor lost in my own thought.
Which front to take on first, the battle to keep my heart together; my enemies circle around it like vultures.
The fight to hold order in my castle, those enemies linger among smiles have to be careful with who i might smite.
Demons and spirits invading thoughts, must fight to maintain not only my mental state or all is loss.
I look up at the door, a shadow figure is stand in the door, a smile forms on my face and i stop spinning my sword....... My fight begins, love the thought of war especially when everything is on the line
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