The Stag and the Viper
A Martyr No One Named He was laughter onceA spark in the crowd,A stag who danced with stormsAnd made the broken feel proud. Thirteen years under vows and roof,Not of joy, but of silent proofThat love can die without a sound,While duty still walks around. Two fawns he cradled with calloused hands,Though their hearts were […]
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