
Of sword and scar
My life is built
I stand up tall
When others wilt
A primal surge
Within my veins
The pinnacle
Of what remains
Where others fall
Is when I thrive
In combat deep
I feel alive
I walk this path
Through darkest night
Within my heart
A fire bright
A burning blaze
You can’t contain
The pinnacle
Of what remains

Β©2025, Kevin H. Robert

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