I saw a battle waged today between two fearful beasts –
One born in the west and the other in the east .
The first was clothed in tattered threads that formerly had gleamed –
The second wore a kingly robe made from our darkest dreams.
The first had shredded, bleeding wings that suffered many blows –
The second had the strength of iron and the chill of snow.
One carried a broken shield and crawled up from the grave –
The other drew his sword to pierce the heart of one so brave.
But with a burst of light, the crawling one was raised above –
For she still had the shield, and the shield was made of love.
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