Curses

So violently came the first blow only angry breath from my bloodied lips flowed.Curses staining visions of the night evils hammers took me from the fight.

Bereft of reason, dimmed by its might, night closed in day became night.

Seething in angles whirlpool of sin, he sits there watching me, with a big grin.

For a time defeated and dejected in misery I waller.

Triumph comes as a victor continues the struggle.

 Regaining my wind and wits, I stand again to defend.

Still realign from the blow one place left to go.

Yes there they will know, whose finale victory will we show.

Hurting still, smarting, though not unexpected.

Another will come, as Surles as the moon follows the the sun.

WAManning©2016

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