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it is another chance
a second wind
secured hope
a final win
crack the seed
spit the shell
fight the fight
reject all hell
before you, steel plated dragon – warmachine, monster. behind you, fall of time – crumbling, cascading. the hill you die on shrinks.
though roars pierce your ears, you and your partner stand. scraps of fur billow up – held at the mercy of gusts and thermals created by this fight to the finish.
it’s when specks of red fly that you know an end nears.
whatever end it may be, reviver seed stuck in your cheek, you must prevail.