What is your preferred method of defeat?
Defeat of these feet and the being they bring
Is a fling in a dream for it is no mean feat
To divide, stupefy, and too define for I
How life should defy me before my own eyes
But how, in a row, would I choose to go now?
Aloud, I'd go proud, fighting 'til I had found
My enemy, killed by me, gone with a fee;
His free hand had plunged his knife right into me!
That explanation didn't make much sense nor was it even accurate, but the first line popped into my head and I felt obligated to answer in playful verse.
