Defeated
Can it be...
after all these wars
and so many battles, lost and won
a time of peace
has finally begun.
My hands, calloused and empty
my skin, worn and scarred
my eyes, blind to beauty
my heart, cold and hard.
These walls built so high
to repel all who try to seize
yet here I am, defeated by her scent
carried along by the gentle breeze.
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