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Random ThoughtsOur enemies push us further than our friendsIn a realm where shadows dance and howl,
Beneath a moon that oversees the prowl,
A knight in gleaming armor stands,
With sword in hand, and shield that bands.

Wolves of flame and eyes that gleam,
Around him swirl in nightmare's dream,
Their fierce pursuit, a fiery tide,
Drives him on where fears reside.

Through twisted paths and scorched earth bends,
His foes, not friends, shape the means to ends.
Their snarls and chases, though filled with spite,
Forge him stronger in the fight.

Upon the road that wends and weaves,
Against the foes that fate conceives,
A dark rider looms, yet onward pressed,
The knight finds valor in his chest.

In adversarial throngs that leap and sway,
A paradox where enemies convey,
Not hindrance, but the strength to sway,
The trials that night bestows on day.

So in the waltz with beasts of night,
Where each fierce encounter is a rite,
The knight ascends, by trial and test,
Propelled by those who grant no rest.

His path, though wrought with danger's breath,
Leads not to ruin, but to strength's bequest,
In every foe's relentless chase,
Lies the hidden gift of a warrior's grace.

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Random ThoughtsOur enemies push us further than our friendsIn a realm where shadows dance and howl,
Beneath a moon that oversees the prowl,
A knight in gleaming armor stands,
With sword in hand, and shield that bands.

Wolves of flame and eyes that gleam,
Around him swirl in nightmare's dream,
Their fierce pursuit, a fiery tide,
Drives him on where fears reside.

Through twisted paths and scorched earth bends,
His foes, not friends, shape the means to ends.
Their snarls and chases, though filled with spite,
Forge him stronger in the fight.

Upon the road that wends and weaves,
Against the foes that fate conceives,
A dark rider looms, yet onward pressed,
The knight finds valor in his chest.

In adversarial throngs that leap and sway,
A paradox where enemies convey,
Not hindrance, but the strength to sway,
The trials that night bestows on day.

So in the waltz with beasts of night,
Where each fierce encounter is a rite,
The knight ascends, by trial and test,
Propelled by those who grant no rest.

His path, though wrought with danger's breath,
Leads not to ruin, but to strength's bequest,
In every foe's relentless chase,
Lies the hidden gift of a warrior's grace.