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Tired but never re-tired
I just don’t know, but that’s not a reason to no longer fight the fight
As mountains stab unto the sky,
The risk and peril insanely high
Thus man and beast shall never fly
But wouldn’t be man if he’d not try.
The path is fraught with portents dire
And like to end upon the pyre
But to risk it all, akin his sire
Man shall strive and never tire.
Upon the eve of days long toil
A man shall cease his simmering boil
And rest a while, the Reaper’s foiled
Until at least a new day’s oiled.
On that new day, with blazing spite
Man shall raise his head, and fight
His passion flares, inferno bright
To vanquish Satan’s eternal night.
I have no idea where this came from and I haven’t written so very much in so very long that I really can’t tell you what was behind it, but drinking yesterday’s dreg’s of coffee, while scrounging for my…
