A Chink In The Armor
He trains every night,
for the enemy is strong.
His limits, they beg him to stop,
but he pays no heed,
for the night is still long.
Inspiration people find,
in his commitment, relentless.
The fiercest of enemies would shiver,
at his strategies so flawless.
Yet this warrior so perfect,
fails every time he goes to war.
It is not the strength,
the weapons, the planning,
the training, that fail his attacks.
Excruciating - the pain that travels through his spine,
As he stabs himself every time, in the back.
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