new room, with
expectations nil,
eyes still in their
Scabbards live
silent, un-
drawn, until
with
No warning,
the clash
erupts and
Glances flash, fence,
effect
To flay
'till simple will
inter-
rupts the fray to let
conflict morph from
Clash to lips
which mashing
Mark the start
of a battle order
older
Still which
will has lost
long
before
you and your
erstwhile
"foe" had ever
even
Dreamtime-
Danced....
One brief listen give:
Your soul, it knows
that
Victory's shortest
route has always
been
Surrender
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