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The Battlefield of Reality
'Tis done, 'tis done, though once, 'twas all but won-
The battle laid, the troops had gathered 'round-
Weapons shining in the rising sun,
When all at once there came a deadly sound:
Footsteps and armor clanking with the beat
Revealed, they were, our plans so carefully made
They came a'running, shining in the heat
A battle- no! A slaughter it became!
We had no hope, my weary troops and I-
Our one advantage lost with secrets said.
And so, it is, with one last weary sigh,
That I lay my long plans at last to bed.
'Tis done, 'tis done, though once, 'twas all but won-
My hopes did vanish with the setting sun.
The battle laid, the troops had gathered 'round-
Weapons shining in the rising sun,
When all at once there came a deadly sound:
Footsteps and armor clanking with the beat
Revealed, they were, our plans so carefully made
They came a'running, shining in the heat
A battle- no! A slaughter it became!
We had no hope, my weary troops and I-
Our one advantage lost with secrets said.
And so, it is, with one last weary sigh,
That I lay my long plans at last to bed.
'Tis done, 'tis done, though once, 'twas all but won-
My hopes did vanish with the setting sun.
Published 3rd Dec 2011
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