Fear is only
a feathered falcon
hovering close
to high held heads
only to swoop
ever so suddenly
to sting
a snip of scare
at the heartless
hopeful humans
who roam
'round reason
to rightly
do wrong
slowly
sinking into the slime
hearing the barking
of the brave bourdering
hounds that
happily guard hell
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