That desire that goes
deeper than a fire.
But it seems to be
a ceasefire of a
non-existing war.
It can become quite
a chore to ignore
the lore that comes with
a storm that seems
to be so horrid.
A fight is not what
I want to bite from.
Treated like a knight,
in spite of what goes
on to smite those who
want to invite the
demons inside of
their polite minds.
Pitch Black Poesy 
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