We're looking over Shakespearean sonnets in Literature right now so I figured I'd give it a try.
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Facing Defeat
Pavement scolds feet with horrid chill
While avoiding sharpened sickle blow.
The close calls cause me almost ill
And fear of my soul's death-born flow.
Will my valiant efforts meet defeat?
Shall I rot without another's care?
Someday I predict shameful retreat
And soldier's confidence without repair.
I see a steel blade upon my throat
Hear my dying gasp while I am alone.
My tears will pool liken to a moat
When I pass there's no sorrow's moan.
Yet I wake and stand not alone
For brother's bond is set in stone.