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Every day I fight
Defending with all my might
My only shield my lonely heart
Keeping the Devil temporarily apart
He sends many daemons
Against me for many reasons
Battling my soul, the Devil to take
He’ll yet have a hard fight to make
I’ll not waver in my darkest hour
I shall fight with taste so sour
Through blood, sweat and tears
I’ll show mine enemy no fear
In waking hours and dreams
I’ll slash at his evil deeds
My sword a weapon from high
I’ll never from him shy
I lay down to sleep now
Ready to defend against daemonic hell
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Renard Moreau
Jul 8, 2014
[ Smiles ] Intriguing poetry!
Darren Greenidge
Jul 8, 2014
Bless you Renard. I do try!