A challenge thrown down.
A cry thrown up.
War shall it be?
A battle fought not with dagger, spear, spy.
Waged with words, meter, rhyme.
Is this your desire?
Some bitter enemy must you challenge.

Who is this retch,
This Thief,
This Evil,
This Vile Creature?
Darkness and Despair.
Satan and Horde.
Fool and ignorant.
Disease and Death.

No, none of these.

Flower and tree.
Rock and soil.
Sky and Earth.
Evil must challenge these

But evil be not thee.
No, none of these.

What evil lies
Beyond the front.
Let us peer
Into the face of Fear:
The Dark Poet.
Deception!
No enemy find I here.           /)ark Poet  [AssaulT] '93
