Acme

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One last hurdle remains

One final test of words

And then beyond the pain

I will be free as birds,

One last trial to pass,

A single epic fight

To prove my warrior’s might!

To catch her eye, sweet lass…

Once I have cleared this test,

Perhaps then I can rest

Or maybe I shall run

For what’s lost is not won –

So contradictory.

Now I can only grope

At this thin thread of hope:

To claim this victory.

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