This was a success, though you don't know it.
Wait as I progress, that I may show it,
and let this poet stress your every wrong,
Professing how it only made him strong.
Fighters never show a sign of weakness,
Nor are they resigned to humble meekness,
and though they fumble for the upper hand,
Yet nonetheless they take their graceful stand.
Cavalier and bold in his advances,
He shines forth like gold and takes his chances;
Those who reprimand him but are lawless
Cannot understand a man so flawless.
So, thus you have been bettered, as they'll see
And hence your prey, unfettered, is set free.
[({.R.G)}]
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