Fear
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Fear comes quietly to the structured mind You lowered your shield and crossed the line Seeping into my soul like sand Luring me to the forbidden land Past events can not be undone I fear the territory I tread upon But most of all I fear for you For all the dangerous things you do For swords and lances not aimed true And horses' hooves directed at you For fickle maidens who enter your heart Taking all they can before they depart I stand my faithful ground undeterred In spite of all that has occurred What is strange - I have finally come to see The only one you fear is me |
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