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My life depends on utter defeat to this implacable foe.
Yet, my anguish contends to strike him a fatal blow.
He was born from my dream, to stand vigil for the light.
Now in confrontation, I am in awe of his might.

He is the watcher on the wall, the sentinel at the gate.
He is Atlas bearing heaven, the protector of faith.
A quixotic conception, our meeting was fated -
A man in despair versus the God he created

Yet, what is a god but the mirror of thought?
Without this mere man, he would be naught
But a man without faith is destined to fall
For me to survive, my god must stand tall

The light that he guards is no radiant stone,
But a pillar of truths that I dare not disown.
Foremost among them is the hope of my life
The light that reflects in the eyes of my wife

A shadow now threatens that beautiful glare.
So I've come for the light I left in his care.
But my creation stands firm in my way,
A colossus of resilience whose heart I must slay.

His gaze is relentless, his silence a scream
Born from the reflection of my grandest dream
Eternal and unyielding is what he is made of
This foe that I face is the shape of my love

Our battle is no epic that plays out in acts
For I do all the fighting while he barely reacts
Enduring volley after volley of my sorrow and shame
He regards me kindly as I lose at this game

I fall to my knees, weighed down by his stare,
His presence is a breeze that toys with the air.
I beg at his feet, "Command and I'll agree"
He responds with compassion, "You are as you see"

I am he with compassion, resilience, and sight
I am he who holds vigil and tends to the light.

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