You’re in it now right up to your knees;
A quicksand quagmire of
coarse confrontation.
Stagnant in stalemate with no
end, no exit,
No friend or ally to help
share the load.
Faced with a frenzy of
cautious confusion,
Flashes and firefights
flooding the fray,
Beastly procession of angry
antagonist
Rise from a distance to roar
in your face.
Every angle meets staunch
opposition.
Every side sidles out, closes
in.
Flanked by the forces of
fragmented evil,
Stench of his hot breath
close to your throat.
Praying for miracles, waiting
for angels to
Lift you and carry you out of
the storm.
Raising your sword in final
defiance.
Duel to the death.
Freedom at last.
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