The light was flickering
Out went the embers
Out went the fire
The insides so dark
The rain went drip-drip
Shivers ran down my spine
The cold gripped my very being
Because we had to meet
On the glade once again
My feet grips the soil
My hand on the sword
Here I come to fight with my heart
I shall not give in
I don’t care for the records
But I won’t go down like a coward
We meet again, my foe
This time I fight for victory
©Bookyglover
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It’s been an age since I posted here.
To be honest, it’s been an uphill climb but here I am still standing. Full gist much later.
Blessings!