October 11, 2013

  • Oh Bother!

    I saw your hawk hover in the sky this morning.
    And the bloody arms of the victims, you have yet to reach.
    I feel you on the horizon.
    And I know it is. . . no longer peace.

    Oh, must I leave this jolly inn,
    And in deadly solitude begin
    To don these gauntlets once again
    And ride the winds to war?

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