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THE PEN AND THE SWORD
OPPORTUNITY by Edward R. Sill
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle's edge
And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel --
That blue blade that the king's son bears -- but this
Blunt thing -- !" He snapt and flung it from his hand,
And, lowering, crept away and left the field.
Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword,
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle shout
Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down,
And saved a great cause that heroic day.
I DREAM by K. Campbell
(In life, as in fencing, you need a mental sword with which to fight your dragons.)
In silvered shadows my hero arrives,
Not on a white horse,
But only walking.
Without a sword to slay the dark dragon.
His weapon mere words;
I hear him talking.
"It's nothing special. It's no big deal."
Odd things for a warrior to say.
Where is the poetry, the flourish?
Is this truly one who will win the day?
He falls silent. He offers his hand.
The dragon draws closer and I'm afraid.
Then, a shifting, adn the beast is gone.
We're dancing on mist in a forest glade.
Morpeus has sent a message by way
Of this strange champion,
"Dragons are real."
You face them and they dissolve into mist.
They're nothing special.
They are no big deal.
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