An armor kept me safe and sound,
I kept a sharp sword ready.
I looked for fights far and around,
my hands were always steady
I fought to win, I fought to learn,
I fought for my own justice.
I pushed ahead, but once I turned
around I saw a dust field.
And then - a light, a muse, a soul,
like none that I had witnessed
I dropped the helmet, damn it all,
my vision almost missed it. ...
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