VJs Weekly Challenge – Warrior
“She wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.” Atticus
Her Warrior Code In the fog faintly came a path, a clarity of who into doing, born of the finest of blades, a natal instinct so sharp it would pass through love unharmed, undivided, yet the slightest sting, the steely eye, the voiced tone, just as the cradle rocked out she desired to nail the dissonance arraigned against her sacrifice of flesh to breath for a posterity of loved immortality, birthed in a raw need to not be alone in the rags of polished lies of promises long laughed as known deceptions of self flaunted as normal, but no, she floated past the asphyxia and sliced through the harm laden treacle of judgement, her warrior code carrying her sacred child to templed life. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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