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Arise and come forth great tomorrow
Come to the duel that is inevitable
The fight to live between me and you
Lest tragedy strike before the dawn
Perhaps I would die within my sleep
Maybe you would simply disappear
Raise up your sword of arms now
Strike against my will if you may 
Seems when the clash is fully over
We both end up with deep wounds
The wounds do heal but the scars remain
Though again we will guard against another
It is useless to win when we are so equal
Someday one of us will grow weaker
And the conquering will be one of us at peace

© 2021 Loly Rinn
Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
Published inBygone Poetry

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