'Time Immaterial When Revenge Is Nigh' by Jaime Bree

Glass cracks. Shards fall. You cry… Hold.

       You gasp. A gash on your hand.

          You fall as your blood drops.

             A word. Allay worry. Roar!

                 Call on your guard.

                    War draws you...

                      A clash follows..

                       Shards wound

                           You. Can.

                              Crush.

                                 All

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