Yet for the old man, those days have come and gone.
The man continues on, this aging, broken warrior.
The man has no choice, for this is all he knows.
The man leaves himself between the ropes each night.
Each night, a little less of the man is left.
One night, the man will leave himself, as he does every other.
When the night is over, there will not be anything left.
The man knows his inevitable fate. He embraces it without fear.
For a warrior cannot run, even when the battle is lost.
Unfortunately, the man doesn’t realize he’s not a warrior.
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