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RE: Steemit Poetry Contest #13 + Winners of #12!
As we three gather at the glade
The final payment must be made.
They come to us for vengeance cold
Feverishly grudge lust bold.
When sun is high avert their gaze
Boastful contempt they spurn our ways.
Then darkness falls they creep unkempt
On bended knee nothing exempt.
Relinquish all the deal is done
Just as the dawn awakes the sun.
There were no guarantees or course
And no refunds from daemon source.