The Last Fight Poem by kaavyaa kriday
The Last Fight
Arm me with all my weapons,
Like I was armed never before.
Let me confront my foe,
Like one rivalled never before.
Set us up for a duel,
Like one held never before.
Let me put up a last fight,
Like I fought never before.
Let me receive a wound,
Like one inflicted never before.
Let me die a death,
Like I died never before.
Or...
LET ME WIN A VICTORY,
LIKE ONE I WON NEVER BEFORE.
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