No Exit

You’re in it now right up to your knees;

A quicksand quagmire of coarse confrontation.

Stagnant in stalemate with no end, no exit,

No friend or ally to help share the load.

 

Faced with a frenzy of cautious confusion,

Flashes and firefights flooding the fray,

Beastly procession of angry antagonist

Rise from a distance to roar in your face.

 

Every angle meets staunch opposition.

Every side sidles out, closes in.

Flanked by the forces of fragmented evil,

Stench of his hot breath close to your throat.

 

Praying for miracles, waiting for angels to

Lift you and carry you out of the storm.

Raising your sword in final defiance.

Duel to the death.

Freedom at last.

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