I have no enemies to fear,

To harbor hopes, like knives I bear,

To cautiously, sneak home at night

Afraid to show the fear of sight,

To slowly grow accustomed to

Admiring their talent's due,

To see them vanquished be once more,

For victory to hold the door,

And in defeat to wipe my tears

With blood of those who met their fears.

I have no enemies, I fear,

And so I rest by sword and spear.