The enemy within

Bring it on dark sister, who’s story I know

Began and ended some place down below.

Kings and Queens may fight their lot,

And a coward I’m not—

But these chains are strong ones not gone ones you see,

And faith and misery are good company.

A battle fought is not a battle won,

for light thoughts and dark thoughts grow on this tree—

And it causes strange complacency.

: The End