Fearsome
He stood on his toes,
Spread his arms wide
Held his chin high
Expanded his chest and
Posed merciless
To instil fear in his foes,
He failed miserably.
He forgot
It was a game played,
So nobody feared him,
It was a wargame
Between Demons and men
And men could not be
Bloodthirsty Demons;
He was one of us
He did not bare
His teeth.
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