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I spy them looming nigh, glimmering gray
With approaching night. Oh how pernicious
Those cold orbs gleam! All eightfold, malicious
and bright. “My dear,” they sickly sweet do pray,
“Come out, don’t hide. We merely wish to play
With you. Do you think us so suspicious?
Truly, we are not so very vicious
Though some, it’s true, our fangs would scare away.

I find that I inexorably cling
To words so honey sweet, and I, like flies
Entrapped, or like the moth, poor little thing,
To fatal lamplight drawn, consumed by dreams.
Of dreams defying death that voice implies,
But wait! I wake, and fantasy it seems.


The Soldier

The soldier soldiered ever, ever on
Through trials harsh that crushed his fragile soul.
His life he gave to serve a distant goal,
A pointless quest. And he remained a pawn
To forces callous, cruel, and cold. From dawn
‘Til dusk, he struggled on. There was no lull.
His sacrifice was vain, but play the role          
He must, though hope had failed, though hope was gone.

In spite of this, the soldier strove and fought.
But why? Tenacious, tough, though overtaxed,
His grip on life endured. Not love, but hate
Sustained him through the wretched seasons fraught
with war. But strange, today he looks relaxed.
As if he merely waits to meet with fate.


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