The Man At the Top
Hello,
through my guards
and up my spiral
you've come to meet me.
Your sword,
held high.
Tis such a fond way
to greet me.
But now that you are here
you've come to defeat me
with such a silly notion
that you can beat me.
Do not bother announcing your name.
If we duel i shalln't recall
by the time your lame,
lifeless body begins to fall.
But as i look in your eyes
and as fierce as they may be,
you, boy,
are not ready to meet demise.
This, the last chance
to run for the door
and your life, or you,
my young friend, will meet the Master's scythe.
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