A banshee required my assistance
For our sort of play with combat,
It carried a strain of germ, an acceptance
To the church of danger, the church for the acrobat.
We carry out our danger for all the eyes
In this fearful world, over the edge
Is a monumental lesson that true allies
Converse with the banshee as a pledge.
With the straightedge, or ruler,
I measure its gaze and make a weapon
This day is like a magic item - an abductor
Of a right called real life, it required absolution.
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