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of a full moon in a cloudless night
when every star was there to witness
my certain death: oh, I was short of fitness! -
and of skill. Only my heart was greater,
but of that fact I would learn later.
Now I've slained my foe, an empty feeling
comes over me as daybreak finds me kneeling -
Neither in thanks nor to proclaim God's glory,
just to recall the fight and craft a story:
for when I see my foe I realise
the corpse is me - Victory my demise.
12 May 2014
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