• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.33

Updated: Oct 12


Rise up! they said, And face that foe!

These gleaming friends who never stand

a threat engaged, a blade keen aimed,

who'd never take my sword to hand.

Come giant, terror, beast, or night,

I battle cry

I rush the field

I take the slice, the bruise -

I fall -

yet rush I on, yet still I fight.

They, in the stands, abominate -

it's me they've come to witness die.

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