Battered, shaken, deranged and pained.
Unrecognisable
even to himself.
He had taken the hits.
Torn himself to bits.
To protect the honour
of the named and shamed.
Now the time had come to take it all on the chin.
Leave it all on the line.
This was the place.
This was the time.
Quite literally
for him.
There was nothing to gain.
But for them it was everything.
The furore and disdain.
He dragged himself up off the floor
could see no more.
But it did not matter.
He ignored all the chatter.
This was the time.
This was the place
to do what was planned.
To make a last stand
There was no quit.
This was it.
One hand on the ground
The other on the crown.
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