An eddy holding back a tempest
Weary bones yearning to earn their rest
Two feet to hold the enemy line
A skull resting upon a steel spine
A mind bestowed wings of burning light
To seek its own seeds of hallowed blight
One hand to give and one hand to take
With the decision to help or to break
A voice to challenge a lion's roar
Ably crafted words to halt a war
Two pools blazing with a righteous fire
And a scarred heart caught in the crossfire
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My Thoughts
PoezieHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
