Love was a battlefield lined with open-eyed bodies
Their rotten skin melted into the ground,
In a battlefield of forgotten desires
His sword and eyes only saw him.
He, the thief, would run through mines to flee.
He, the soldier, would chase him past every bleeding body,
His training taught him to be patient,
He'd take his time, construct the world, mould it to suit his tastes,
He'd be the victor, and he'd acquire his prize at the end of this race.
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The Pipers Lament
PoetryThe Piper's Lament Echoes off cave walls, He sits alone, old and worn, Watching the seasons drift by In wait for his next storm. --- The word prompts for 'Versification2023' all in one book Runner up for the Word Prompt for day 21: Overwhelmed. Po...
