The Knight

His eyes shared a quiet confidence as he rested his chin upon his sheath.

That night, the world fell asleep.

His presence was stoic and still,

However his mind was fueled by an electric surge to conquer.

His hands begin to tremble.

He clutches his sword as his blood runs rampant with desire to prevail.

Unlike the rest of the world, he thrived on perpetual pandemonium.

And they admired him for it. 

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