Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Sword of Light
I held you in my glove
tender blade,
Thought of gains
we both have made,
Now to my head and heart
evils cascade,
So glad of you
your howling song,
Thy dazzling pommel
a lotus splayed,
My sure defense,
in life's masquerade.
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