I grasp the dagger handle, raise it high above my head,
prepare myself for battle with the ghosts no longer dead.
But I’m older now, love has softened me, I don’t remember how to fight
against these waves of darkness that have come to steal my light.
Still I walk among the gravestones, finding only empty graves.
Beware of conquered demons merely resting in their caves.
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