Sword and Shield

My natural state is offensive

I’m always ready to fight

Everything is a threat

until I prove otherwise


quick to draw,

are always at my side

Countless battles have blurred my eyes

Vision’s gone dim

Friends resemble enemies

I can’t tell the difference

I shift between two states:

running and hiding

Because a good soldier

knows when to retreat

But even with blurred eyes

I was able to see bronze feet

running over the hills

I drew my sword

and raised my shield

As the threat drew closer

The light that emanated

cleared my vision

Unafraid of my blade

He drew closer

and I could see he was already pierced

I lower my shield

Enemies troops are coming

full speed behind him

I watch as he takes

arrows meant for me

I drop my sword

and fall to his feet


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