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Jan 2014
I am the one,
I will move to the fortress of tricks and monsters.
I must travail alone welcoming death to my accursed soul.
The beasts of this world a wait me with their skin scaled as a serpents.
I enter to view two snakes that have the form of man,
they wield a sword and shield.
But I do not fear such creatures even if they tower over me
I raise my shield with my sword in my other hand
I move in to face them.
one after another they strike my shield, beating it as a drum.
But I will not fall
I will not bow
with a quick strike they fall like trees
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