Standoff

We stand face to face
Forgotten lines drawn between
Our standards behind

My strategy set
On this too warm July night
The rainclouds forming

Impenetrable
Save one shot, or so they say
Consider my tip

My arrow snakes on
Volume and decades therein
From very first words

Will you see its end?
If I am to be judged here
Judge me not in part

The whole comes your way
Crafted especially for
Singular beauty

Mind the tail feathers
They spiral infinitely
Do not go alone

Welp, that was my shot
I hope you have come prepared
With equal volley

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