Lost am I in a haze of mist. I can't see, blinded am I. Help, won't someone help me? A single tear slides down my face as I realize this might be the end. Then I see you, clad in all black and eyes outline with black, my gothic knight in shining armour. You approach me with a bloody smile on your face for you have slain my pursuers. I walk towards you, without caution for I trust you. But something seems amiss. Something is wrong, but what? Now we are face to face, hardly any space between you and I.
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Creative.... This is wonderful.... But there's less details about the sword..
A sweet tragedy you have potrayed. A sad but beautiful write