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The Fight

I cut and I hacked

‘Till the bodies

Stacked up

Behind me.

I felt no remorse

But of course

The enemy would find me.

He stood tall;

I looked him in the eye

And spied

A weakness.

Swords clashed,

Sparks flew.

No words spoken,

A broken man

Fights so hard,

Harder than you knew

When hope

Is dashed.

Published inAllegoriesLaw & DisorderWar & Acrimony