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"A Soldier's Solace" Constant noise reverberates off a thick skull. A night of too much rice wine. The bottom of the bottle echoes; Vibrations from another tavern song. A collection of words; Insignificant to the ignorant crowd. A bard's enthralling performance. Crusades are clamorous. They are brutal and bloody. War cries reach distant ears-- Instilling fear and deranged inspiration. Cheers and jests are made in the aftermath. All whilst crows feast on fallen soldiers. Those who volunteered--underqualified for the position. Yet they live on in memories. Tales told by the survivors. In this bard's insipid song. Nevermore will their armor clang with movement. A loud indication to their place of hiding. No. Now, their unblinking eyes haunt the victor's mind. Solace is found in the bottle. A constant companion. A silent enemy. A gentle biting feels sweet as the liquid flows. A fiery hell makes its way back up a swollen gullet. This bittersweet adversary. This agony is welcome. A preferable pain to the loss of war. Another night's distraction. Another day's repentance. Amegan | |