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one of my poems

The Final Fight

Knowingly I walk to a grizzly death,
The only winner is the reaper who takes one’s last breath.
Blood, gore, and pain lay in patient wait,
Every fight I am in, I tempt mortal fate.
Will an end come to this damnable life,
Or once again must I prove my strife?
To the open arena doors I walk,
Praying I will again back through them stalk.
Sword and shield held tightly in hand,
I walk through the doors into a barren wasteland.
Being blinded by the unforgiving light,
I raise my shield to save my sight.
Looking across the arena to see my foe,
From his silhouette I can tell this will be a show.
It matters not what size or shape they are,
The only way they can win is by Zeus’s blessed star.
Weapons are drawn and crossed into the ready,
My nerves and mind are set and steady.
To survive this contest, I must use all my furry and might,
No matter what the circumstance, I…must…fight.


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