The Fire’s Edge
by dan ankers
Into the path; be brave
Like a serpent of flame
Wending through; a servant of time
On a precipice with unsteady footing
Courting disaster, at every lopsided
wane
I’ll behave
To left of me; Freedom
To the right of me; Enslaved
Immolation; this life through persecution
Or to skip the test and flee past
the master’s gate
I go my feet are straddling
twice tomorrow
Though, by only one, will freedom
gain
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