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Face to Face
(I Fail)

The saber stands upright its edge glimmers in the sun
whet appeal shall thee reveal a foe there face to face.
And shallow waters downward flow-collecting in their run
every bloody droplet cast or frozen in disgrace.

Leave thy strength to feed while need hungers more at morn
whence lain downcast aft evening task and loss of length to stand
shall now I seek thy shield as thief and power in ye sword
at every moment staged I stand with shield and sword in hand.

There at face disdained and face has come of me to fare
in swift display nerves astray and forced to stand alone
am I to raise from dust the arms and dirt to demons waiting there
a feigning move to them out-duel or might upon a sling and stone
and cast a wild wind-swept pass against the demon throne.

Ah lingering-listless yet for e'er I grasp in faithful awe
to thrust that spear of trust with but a demonizing whim,
while loss or misconceived its trespass heave and law
of flesh deceived at cost beyond a simple wage of sin;
sin or slain begin again-transparencies in vain.

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