Re: Ideas, Notes, Remarks about the adventure itself
Yes
The death sits on it in vain,
It's driven by a new life's wait.
Embraced by the mass of souls,
Drives, binds and they just calls,
Massacres just aids, wheels rolls.
But we don't have a newborn at hand, plus getting even close with a baby feels utterly wrong.
Fighting, well, the poem warns against...