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Bright Fervor For Battle, Fading
standing so tall just to fall
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so outdated
bearing pain with grace, overrated
fate’s dark burden shouldered,
alone;
the acceptance
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so outdated
bearing pain with grace, overrated
fate’s dark burden shouldered,
alone;
the acceptance
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