rubedo09

no longer will I strive to be a dark knight, but the rogue that stole her heart. I'm not one who will stand on the front line and take each hit as if my heart and sword were her shield, I will stand behind her problems, daring her to overcome them and come with me along the path. With not a longsword, heavy and dangerous do I work, but a small dagger, cutting small holes in that which vexes her and forces her to stand still along her path of life so that she may cut it down faster and return back to her path faster than she would without me, her loving rogue, her hidden power, and the anchor that keeps her standing tall. Wish I could say I was still the poet that I was when I wrote that, but unfortunately the muses rarely descend anymore... I admit, part of that is I no longer have someone to focus me, now I'm down to just having my weapons and my friends. Not a great combination you say? Come get some...