Allegory of Spring

The battle between the powers of good and evil engages forces. Through the entangled fight, a masquerade of wits ensues in my mind, like a melodrama on the surreal, and I look inward for divine guidance. Dressed in the blood of warriors long past, a messenger speaks words of wisdom, fortitude and hope.

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Calling forth a higher power, I begin to fight the good fight, marching on through the raging siege. A new order begins to arise from the ruins.