Daechwita

¤Challenge accepted

Eight haikus, a woven tale,

Let the story bloom.

Sweat beads on the brow,

Metal sings a forceful song,

A new age begins.

Familiar rough ground,

Each footfall a memory,

Escape's worn embrace.

No second chances,

Precision the only guide,

Balance finds its peace.

Their fury unheard,

A shield of inner quiet,

Emotions grow still.

Embrace the conflict,

Understanding blooms in strife,

Lessons sharply learned.

A truth etched in pain,

Endurance now the measure,

Witnesses arise.

The circle expands,

Each breath a shared moment now,

All eyes open wide.

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