As you are, still – quiet
passing without a trace,
escape attempts always

Fail; hopelessness begins
to prevail; unsheathe the
blade, it has been dormant

For too long; un-tempered
as Anger in Hell, lack of
combat no being it

Will fell; the enemy
can tell you prove no threat.
Spirit now unrest, it

Quivers in hand – hand now
in sweat, it slips out of
grasp; your enemy takes

The chance – you receive what
you have desired

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