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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pleas of a Claymore III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps, the blight in all of us<br>Are denizens of a labyrinth<br>And are all engaged in a feudal mêlée<br>Amongst our ludicrous terrors<br>Etched in fleuron to our buried core; <br>Then we must all be the hero <br>Of our clandestine tailored tales<br>Regardless how omnibus the chronicles, <br>Or how rippling the wave of climax, <br>Or how dark the corners of the nadir, <br>It will narrate the atrocity<br>Of our dime a dozen breaths<br>Shallow or unfathomable, <br>In synergy with the heartbeat or not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, I do confabulate<br>With the cajoling omnipresence of hope<br>And submit to its scheme and proposition<br>That the struggling and the somnolent undertow<br>Makes a dogged-hungry hero, <br>And yonder this sedative restrain; <br>This famished comatose sleep<br>Of an oppressed hero or heroine<br>Solders one from rubbish slivers<br>Into a potent artillery of silvers<br>And the anguish veers and sprayed<br>Asphalt to the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you bleed in your riling fists? <br>Or do you bleed in your asphyxiated hilt? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, for one, was honed a claymore<br>And you can picture me<br>Glistening at the back of the hands<br>Of the yawning sunset<br>And erecting motionless<br>Into a small hill of the earth<br>Like a string to a buried puppet<br>Pleading, in its taut stance<br>To be stricken and undulate<br>Into the emollient hands<br>Of a puissant hero<br>With profound caverns in calluses<br>Of the yielding palms; <br>A raddled blade<br>Shrilling for the mellifluous<br>Hands of suicide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Are denizens of a labyrinth
And are all engaged in a feudal mêlée
Amongst our ludicrous terrors
Etched in fleuron to our buried core; 
Then we must all be the hero 
Of our clandestine tailored tales
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