AVENGER

Don't talk of death, it scares me not,
that is the ultimate end,
talk of life and living,
of you and me my friend.

Hear me, I am yet still strong,
ere long I grow too weak,
although, your deafness you pretend,
my comfort is what you seek.

Give to me your distorted fears,
your tortured, convulsed mind,
in my arms you I hold,
the memory, those years remind.

Don't speak to me of defeat,
only cowards such words breath,
speak to me of victory,
or an avenging heroes wreath.

~Sujata~

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