I danced
with the demon
in the mist,
Every blow
draws fire
from him.
I feel like a joke
in this dance,
But freedom
is seen as a sin.
He proudly says
that the theater,
I am stunned,
lost in his dominion.
But there is
a hushing
energy in it,
Please,
light my path.
Round after round
I taste defeat,
But still,
I rise up
from the ground.
Success
can be felt
in this wave
of energy,
If I have the courage
to stand firm.
*****
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