Lost.
In the silence I….
Who knows…
No matter what the fanatics whisper, it’s still just me who sits in the cold.
Look at all the fires a knight ignites. Look at the light the lost finally have to better their path.
This is duty, after all.
And the strong do their duty.
…
Silence is good.
News of the what ifs or what abouts trouble the driven mind.
Maybe let’s keep the silence.
As maddening as it is.
Maybe let’s accept what is.
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Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 