My muse had a 2-for-1 special the other day- 1 inspiration yielded 2 prosems, Enjoy! Comments and criticism welcomed.


The armor is off, battered and tarnished, no longer of use to a warrior
weary of battle- for steel is no protection from the arrows of past woundings.
Scars of trauma are eviscerated by Her gentle touch. She illuminates
where the candle of hope blackens.
Holding, holding, holding....

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Hu-hsi Shin sat at the roughly hewn table, his grizzled chin now emerging
as he removed his great kabuto and placed it down reverently, pausing to run his finger down the scar cleaved into the helm by the yariate of his longtime enemy. Had this not been the kabuto placed upon him by the Duke's own armorer- that scar would have been across his skull.
As he removed his do, his flesh now was exposed, wrinkled like a newborn.
Armor was no longer needed, peace had been restored.