𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓐 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 of a knight. So daring!, dashing, and brave.

The sentiment of a damsell in distress. So sweet, perfectly hopeless!, and poised.

The sentiment of a fairy tale. I think it's lies and mischief!

The sentiment of those lovesick stories. I think it's trickery and no good.

The sentiment that both of our characters. Are unable to write their own story, is truly

The sentiment of never coming satisfaction. We aren't opposed!, to a life of maddening love.

The sentiment that a writer, does as pleases with someone else. With a different character, is a pain, it's mind throbbing

The sentiment that we are forbidden to pick a quill or a pen, to, Write our own, even shall be a chapter, to make decisions for oursleves! It's exhausting

The sentiment of an unwon and ongoing war. All of us, all characters, we've battled since begginings, for our own writing

The sentiment, the need is unbearable, Let us! Let us be the authors of our lives!

The sentiment of loss and heartbreak!, and grief. All possible to be avoid if we were only let to be

The sentiment of unknowing what we'll be thrown, That's okay, that's life

The sentiment of repeating the same techniques in battle,What is not okay, is that we don't get to decide

Of what to do with our lives after events are crossing our paths. Pure pressure! Diamond in the rough? It's all silly! It's all a bluff

The sentiment, of not being who we want to be, Because of others, because of omens, because of ourselves

Because who wrote this world forgot to let us breathe! Let us! Let us! This isn't a cry of plea!

Instead a demanding! Of our own pencils, or quills or pens...The sentiment, that few of us, out of us all

Can write their own lives, their chapters. Is better, than none at all completing our quest.

The sentiment, that soon, all will, Be the readers of our past, be the writers of our present and seekers of our future...

Is worth the pain and sentiment, of a war against ourselves, finished...at last.