On face a sham normalcy but core filled with dread
At very cusp of no return can't help but go ahead
All deemed as pushover how ended up being otherwise
None other can fault, since caught in my own devise
The efforts painstaking & a well thought over intent
Ended in such an imbroglio, that no one could prevent
Tackled many a monster, little rogue just can't tame
With peculiar nuances, time & again which try inflame
Kind of a proverbial tiger, not know if to jump or ride
Head tells to just let go, but heart says for time bide
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