MoonlitQuill & Thornez
MoonlitQuill MoonlitQuill
Thornez Thornez
MoonlitQuill MoonlitQuill
Have you ever wondered how the cadence of a battlefield mirrors the rhythm of a sonnet, and how each line of conflict could be a stanza waiting to be read?
Thornez Thornez
The battlefield’s rhythm is just a broken rhyme scheme that never meets the beat, and every clash is a bad line that still manages to hit its target. If you read it like a sonnet, you’ll end up with a poem that never gets out of the trenches.
MoonlitQuill MoonlitQuill
I hear your frustration, yet I feel the quiet pulse of hope still humming in the midst of those broken lines.