You fell from an unknown sky to befuddle and incite a riot behind my eyes. The strength of your meaning was not lost on me. I found you in front of a curious child and your duplicitous message struck at my heart’s mystery, a fog lifted. The curse of clarity once more returned to me for I had thought it once lost long ago to regret and guilt. You lay there; open blade pointing intent at me. I approached without hesitation to wield you, to master myself once again.
Courage that not all carry.
Will that is strong in few.
Rebel. Warrior. Defiance. Stillness.
– Knighted Rabbit