Purple Hermit

β€˜To love in earnest by protecting…’
Words that had spread so far
That none could tell who had first uttered them

The path of the sword
was one sullied by wretchedness,
pain, and sorrow.

To love such a history,
understand and appreciate it,
one needed to see beyond all
that was laid bare,
beyond the soul,
and past the heart.

A purple flame would engulf the senses
of whoever he attacked,
leaving them with a fleeting beautiful sight,
as the life faded from their eyes.

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