I'm sword to sword with an old, old foe,
The one everyone has, who wont leave them alone.
She's a terrible mistress, wicked and vile,
And I've come to despise her so.
She is known as darkness, and we have a hist'ry,
I've ventured with her, time and again,
But only to find I should never have trusted,
The maiden who slew so many a man.
I turned my back on her and ran,
Hoping never to see her again,
But she snuck up behind me, and struck blow after blow,
I know now it's not easy, getting rid of that foe.
I was sword to sword with an old, old foe,
Her grin was a snarl, her eyes were cold,
Then, suddenly, I decided I was done,
And I struck the final blow.
A resounding clang shook the land,
And marked the beginning of a brand new dawn,
I looked down, satisfied with my work,
And then I looked up... and then I moved on.
Now, I'm perfectly fine, don't you see,
I survived with barely a scratch or a mark,
But always, I will remember the day,
That fateful day, when I struck down the dark.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Short StoryWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
