Pre-WordPress: Upon the Edge

At the edge of it all, I stand my ground

When all seems lost, and the game thrown

I take what is left of me, and my soul I charge

What little I own, not enough to avoid this bitter end

Yet till my final defeat, I will make a stand so great

In the books of war, I will claim an honoured place

And when they win the battle, my true victory I will seal

For what is left of me lies in wait, a trap I shall hide

The hidden core of my soul, will poison them ten fold

In the reapers grip I shall laugh, from my position raised

Looking down at broken ranks, the remains of the enemies horde


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