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I saw this and felt a bit inspired, so I written a very little story and I wanted to put it here. English isnt my native languaje so sorry for any mistake
-- Look daddy, it's a knight over there.
-- Where princess?
-- There! in the woods
And there it was, a knight, in not a shiny armor, but a dirty and ancient one. Birds arround were singing. The sound of a river could be heard nearby.
-- Looks like he is resting
-- Can we go rest with him dad?
-- We can ask him if he is okey with it
The child then ran towards the resting dirty knight, screaming excited
-- Hey! can we rest with you?
But there were no response from the knight. He kept still. A chumpkin appeared then, climbing through some vines that were holding the quiet knight.
-- Why he doens't answer? -- asked the little girl
-- Oh dear, now I see.
-- What? what do you see?
-- There is no knight darling, just an empty armor.
The girl sitted in front of the metal piece. Now being nearer, the dad saw it was beautifully crafted.
-- Where the knight go? Why he left his armor?
-- I don't know child. Maybe he is on an adventure where he doesn't need it -- the dad answered, recognizing the armor that he left there so many years ago.
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In the heart of the whispering woods,
A lone knight rests upon his steed.
Armor dulled, spirit weary,
In the silence, his heart does bleed.
A quest once noble, now forlorn,
Echoes of battles, scars unseen.
His sword, a weight upon his soul,
His dreams shattered, his spirit keen.
For one hour, he sits in sorrow,
Under the canopy of ancient trees.
Lost in thoughts of loves and losses,
Haunted by memories, ghosts that tease.
The sun sets, casting shadows long,
As twilight weaves its somber cloak.
The knight, a silhouette against the dark,
In solitude, his heart bespoke.
His eyes, a mirror of the stars,
Reflect the pain he cannot voice.
In the stillness of the forest deep,
He mourns the dreams he had no choice.
Alone, he bears his heavy burden,
In the realm of shadows, he finds solace.
For one hour, he sits in silence,
A broken knight, in a world so callous.
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Ah! the beautiful ones running away across the harvested fields,
with their manes in the wind!
The beautiful days of April, when the wind crossed the green grass in waves,
and the mares neighed in the pastures;
the beautiful summer noons, when the whitish countryside was silent under the dark sky,
and the crickets crackled among the clods, as if the stubble were on fire!
Giovanni Verga, from "Jeli the sheperd", 1881
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THE LOST AND BESOTTED โ Lili
Full moon tonight, would you like to play? Come with me to the woods tonight
Weโll take a drop of the Witches brew soaked in Mandrake root. Oh yes
The marsh and bog wonโt slow us down, the moon will show the meadow bright
Youโll lay with me on the wet dew grass, the Spirits all will bless
The love will flow like a torrent fast, the coupling goes on for ages
Weโll last all night, through the laughter joy, until the morning light. โ
Youโll become besotted, deep in love, but Iโve stolen your true Spirit
It was nothing but a night of love and now I own your soul
Thereโll be many more Iโll take along, theyโll all become my slaves
Theyโll procure the sweet young flesh, the blood to fill our bowl
And when the number counts to ten, the first three all will die
Iโll take three more to the meadow deep, slaves we will control. โ
They canโt resist the lure of sex and then we share our blood
Oh pretty please my handsome man you donโt know whatโs in store
The Coven takes, the Coven gives, and you will give your life
Hypnosis deep and potions strong, Succumb to Satanโs whore
Chained far in the forest now confusion fills your mind
Go steal the young when we demand, this is the Sabbats lore. โ
And when weโve finished with your soul youโll sink into the mire
Replaced with others young and strong who cry to do our bidding
Thereโs forests deep all through the land and secrets very dire
People lost might wander through, lost forever or just hidden
Weโll keep them lost till Sabbats time and then theyโll join our throng
The wine the Blood, the Water, Life. Be lost or come, belong.
Blessed be.
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@Lao_tzu5789
2 weeks ago
Sometimes I feel like this knight. I think. I feel tired of waering the armor of my life (it's too heavy) and this big heavy helmet(mask) which doing with me someone who im not. I Just feel this crisis this worthlessness of our life. And in this moments I need a rest I need to contemplate with nature and with myself. This is the best cure.
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