Back Against the Wall Back against a wall I stand, with my adversaries spread before me; five, ten

, twenty? I have lost count. They see the moon from overhead reflected in my brown eyes; steady and unwavering. Think they have me trapped in this blind alley I did turn down? By chance or choice I took the turn; they’ll never now as I give them a grin. Who’s the better man? Who shall be the first to come take my blade I say. They come; either silent or cursing, Yet still they fall before me. My blade was destined to taste their blood it seems. Death is my partner in this dance, but it is I who lead and directs my dear partner’s feet… …and it is only I who leaves this dark alley for home with the moon now behind a cloud and gone from my dark eyes. By Philip Wardlow 2012

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