Razor Edge Reflexes

I have a secret source of inspiration
an infusion of secret determination

the assassin who marked me prime target
shot shaft after devilish shaft death skillfully

sometimes the attack of an enemy
makes a more skilled superior warrior
skills latent within are horned keen

once untested battle seasoned I stand
cutting edge of iron prepares senses
reactions blur in beauty of shadow dance

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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