What aches may come
and buffet us,
that pummel hearts
in choking dust
Are but a page in valiant life
flimsy spectres flipped on by
For strongest evil, vicious strife
are all undone by just two words
The first, one word that seems too sweet
to battle monsters, real or 'magined
but in this war it is the meat
potatoes, garnish, and true wine
The first magic word is LOVE
There, now I've spoke it
Though it takes a lot to invoke it,
once settled, it soon becomes
the second power'd summoning...
PERSEVERANCE
no, not just for us
but for little ones in height
but not in heart
To leave them alone amidst the foe
I tell you sure, t'would be not smart!
I've bitter pages turned of my own
and twice the blade have contemplated
but always as the pages flip
my life seems holy, consecrated
Humbled am I by my blessings
they tower over all my woes
Though HOPE seems sometimes feeble dressings
to bandage wounds laid by my foes
and yet...and yet....
there comes a day
when even hardships melt away
and laughs and giggles permeate
the trickster time wipes clean the slate
and former tears evaporate
but what remains are just the words
Like ensorcelled crystal, inviolate
AS LOVE is fused with PERSEVERE
No darkened arrows penetrate
the fearsome power of that armor plate
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Love and hugs, tink!
things always seem (and are) dark
but hang on for the turning of the page
you may be surprised ( I was)
I lost mother father wife, two children ripped from my arms.
and yet...at night I hold Grok dear and tight.
I thank the lord from prostrate soul
though mortart fire surrounds the night
I treasure every hidey-hole!
Lerk
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