I have a secret source of inspiration
an infusion of secret determination
the assassin who marked me prime target
shot shaft after devilish shaft death skillfully
sometimes the attack of an enemy
makes a more skilled superior warrior
skills latent within are horned keen
once untested battle seasoned I stand
cutting edge of iron prepares senses
reactions blur in beauty of shadow dance
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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