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Zephyr
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18 Nov 2003



"30 sec on self","40","50","Poem. Duel between two warriors.","Non-specific"

Foundations of Protection

Sword against axe, man against man.
When Sword struck true, and Axes blood ran,
the Sword stood in wait.
And then Sword looked at Axe as if he were a knat.
Too well trained to look up in defeat,
Axe lay there, gazing with shame at Sword's feet

Unnatural boots of blood and night
they wore an angry glow of burning spite
Chatter Axe heard from the boots sword wore,
haunting whispers to live with him, had he lived to endure
The boots were demonic that much he knew,
and as Sword closed in, the voices then grew.

"'las," they breathed, "we are but Swords base."
as Sword closed in, to fever pitch they grew
So Axe said "What witchcraft is this that your boots do sigh."
And Sword replied as he raised his blade high,
"Aren't they light, and so clean and so neat."
As Sword struck final, he said, "but you couldn't wear them, since they're bound to my feet."
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