Purse-straps tighten against
The ensuing flood of battle and
A beating heart is not as it once was.
Brave strokes fill the gloomy air
With noise, but it is all for show.
Repent and you will be saved!
Repent, Repent! I will not!
Glorious cleric amidst the shadow
Battling for all he’s worth; but
The knight in shining armour bleeds
Just like the rest of us.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sean,
It's an absolute pleasure to read this, not just because i love the poem and the imagery, and hate that day with a passion... but mostly because i've had the pleasure of watching your work grow, and manifest itself since first encountering you on this site, and you have a spark of poetic divinity in you, anyone who doesn't think so need only read your back catalogue and see for themselves.
RUN ON SENTENCE!
Thanks for this man, it was a pleasure to read.



