War With Demons
The harsh winds bite at my very soul
Alone I sit, waiting for the fight to commence
Heart racing, sweat pours despite the cold
Caution…not today
The warrior reaps the spoils
Cowards merely pray
Scars are reminders
Painful, but not fatal
Lessons of a fighter
Forward! I march to claim what is mine
Steel raised above my head
My sword of truth transcends time
Seize the day!
Lord steady thy hand
Use wisdom, guide my way
The moment is now
Not past heartaches
Nor future vows
Slay the demons, for they must fall
Thrust thy sword deep
Only then will I hear Victory’s call
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