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    There was a darkness one very day
    Where the world was lost and the
    Evil tried to rule. A lone warrior
    Out of the shadows came. With only a
    Sword to give him comfort. He traveled
    The darkness trying to put things right.
    He fought and fought. Wearily he grew
    Onward he went.. There seemed no hope .
    Then there Was a light a blue radiant light almost
    A heavenly glow. And spoke the light
    Be not afraid my brave soul for I am here
    To help you . Take this light and renew thy
    Spirit for there is hope and it is slowly growing
    On forth the warrior went his strength renewed
    His soul refreshed. Though the battle waged on
    Through time the darkness became balanced with
    The light. And this warrior became a mere figment
    In time.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    fireblade’s Poems (9)

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