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The Fighter's Path

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood

Keep going!

Keep going!

Haze comes drifting in over the path,

A dark night where moon’s light guides.

A lantern burns red in my strong hand,

The sword in my right glimmers brave.

Rustling in the bushes as I pass,

Evil snickers from ne’er-do-wells.

They are of no consequence to me,

No obstacle shall they be.

Looking forward through this unrelenting haze,

Trees overgrown blot out the moon’s light.

I’m pressing onward with unbroken determination,

To meet my success that awaits beyond struggle.

Gnashing thorns upon my skin draw blood,

Every fine prick a memory to learn from.

Leaving behind traces of tears and flesh,

They decay but the truth of my soul remains.

Deeper into the abyss I go excited and passionate,

Red eyes glow as they watch on from beyond.

Claws grasping desperate at my ankles as I begin to run,

I’m unstoppable, untouchable, unbreakable.

The dawn is coming as I press on to glory,

The sweet scent of success lingering in the air now.

Blood-stained footsteps lost on the path behind me,

Enemies left to rot in the darkness of the night.

They waited for me to return and so have I come,

Wandering in the dark wilderness brought wisdom.

Now is the time to learn from the light of day,

Bask in the love I fought so hard to achieve.

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