Fight he would,
Come back he would,
With vengeance, with all his valour...
But he would lose the battle
Way before it would commence..
Way before he flaunts his sword..
Way before the blowing trumpet fills his veins with rage and fury...
A casual gaze at the rival crowd
Wouldn't find a face he dislikes..
Wouldn't find a soul he loathes...
Wouldn't find a mind he could refute with all his tremulous heart..
Wavelengths undetected, prayers unanswered,
All would tear apart his defence...
Dilemma, embossed in rusty gold (chemically possible..)
Haunting memories of a mythical Rain God's son...
"Incarnations no more..". announced a feathery crown...
"Go, see and Conquer, if u can..."
Sarcasm from the divine holiness...
He knows, he decides, he taunts and he aids...
He is in command, he holds the gauntlet..
The knight is new to a warfront so intricate..
His eyes, cold and weary
Devoid of fear, courage, hatred or love..
Give him another dimension..
Lend him an axis...
Let him device his theorems...
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