Revival

New beginnings usher in
the return
of brand new doubt.

discarded lance
finds itself once again
in trembling hand.

Battle has come.
but this soul warrior
is not prepared.

I do not seek the struggle
nor am I so craven for peace,
that the shadow of lie
and fear cloak my shoulders.

Only oblivion
will set me free.

A Star
shining hot
and
burning bright
in the expanse

still shines alone.

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