The Enemy Within A spring bubbles up and bursts forth lots of promise lots of pomp. As it gets bigger and flows down it faces lots of twist and turns. The winding mounting from which it must descend made it tired and it stopped. it gathered to itself things it thought would make it strong enough. With each new stop it gathered more some good, mostly bad. By the time it reached the sea it had brought new dangers disguised as friend though it was foe. Because it loved it the sea rejoiced with open arms to receive the daggers it had wrought.