It is a hydra
Growing heads to replace and succeed
Every one I lop off
And the marrow rises to meet the new need
And though I stroke mightily again and again
The task is never done
And I cannot take the time away to light a fire
To find a brand to sear the stalks
Lest the many mouths and teeth take me
Rip me apart into the bloody chunks
They seek to have consumed
It is all I can do to keep in stasis
But more heads press upon me
More eyes stare at me to find a weakness in my defense
And they will soon uncover such a thing
Unless another
Mightier than I
Can defeat their own foe
And come to my aid
But I know not whom I would call
That could hear me over the din
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