Before the night wind I bow
Beneath the moon shade
I draw up my blade
and dance the steps
to follow through
all I owe my foe
as I draw down
All the trees watch the show
All the stars applaud
as I give them a nod
and dodge and lead
in tactical turns
as I like; then strike
the weakness I know
For it is the shadow of night
that I wrestle in this place
and perfection I chase
as the steel-eyed enemy
watches me close
tries to shake and break
from the inside
For the anger of the years
and the fear of tomorrow
are the scars of the sorrow
and the source of its power
to fight me here
Yet so bold I hold
and wage this war in tears
(September 7th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
