#871 On Love’s Dark Avatar (Chappelle Roan)

Clad in metal armour, she
Marched out ahead of serried ranks
Red hair agleam amidst the spree
The flames of Love declare their thanks
As they devour the darkened ruins
With Hope smashed up against the wall
An avatar of Love’s dark brewings,
Her sword declares her final call:
“You may deny your feelings now
But Love will ever mark your brow.”

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