I am on my way,
light and dark and day
and night.
Constantly I pray
that I do not stray
from right.
Yet I feel the clay
at my feet decay.
Dragons I must slay
circle me and play
with fire.
Jumping in the fray,
piercing with a ray
of ire.
Wounded, there I lay,
under skies of gray.
Standing now, I sway,
look around and they
are gone…
Spirit on display
lifts me up to say
WELL DONE!
Light and dark and day,
I am on my way!
—
Lai Nouveau for
dVerse.
I like the rhythm of your poem and the beginning and ending couplets are well-chosen.
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I like your spirit! Well done with the battles.
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