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He stood before me,

Sword in hand,

The band of men

Around him;

Laughing at my plight.

You could not shine

A light

Between us.

Would I run or fight?

If I struck first,

As well I might,

One step closer,

One step more,

Our weapons raised,

His eyes glazed over.

Then I was sure,

I saw the fear,

Time to settle the score.

Published inAllegoriesWar & Acrimony