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The erstwhile warrior
wiped his brow,
and laid waste to
the life-spring of his foes.
The war was over,
at least the one for which
one's nemesis
could be clutched and split
with a ready blade.
There were
no more champions to dethrone.
No more
kingdoms to conquer.
The twilight of a battle
is a time for nursing wounds,
both incurred
and inflicted.
He had fed
the angry beast within,
and, it had proven,
an insatiable glutton.
There were no more scraps
to toss before its bloody jaws.
The time had come
to make of it,
a burnt offering.
His heart
made anchor in his chest,
the rhythm strained
from the dogged pursuit
of retribution,
affording inner peace.
An unworthy venture.
An unachievable one.
We can mourn our losses,
but we can never avenge them,
he said.
Then,
grasping the hand of his progeny,
rose
to bury the fallen,
alongside his vengeance.
wiped his brow,
and laid waste to
the life-spring of his foes.
The war was over,
at least the one for which
one's nemesis
could be clutched and split
with a ready blade.
There were
no more champions to dethrone.
No more
kingdoms to conquer.
The twilight of a battle
is a time for nursing wounds,
both incurred
and inflicted.
He had fed
the angry beast within,
and, it had proven,
an insatiable glutton.
There were no more scraps
to toss before its bloody jaws.
The time had come
to make of it,
a burnt offering.
His heart
made anchor in his chest,
the rhythm strained
from the dogged pursuit
of retribution,
affording inner peace.
An unworthy venture.
An unachievable one.
We can mourn our losses,
but we can never avenge them,
he said.
Then,
grasping the hand of his progeny,
rose
to bury the fallen,
alongside his vengeance.
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