26Mar/100
A Poem: Victory at Sunset
I needed to get something written today to not break the chain. Poetry seemed easiest. Enjoy.
The amber glint off sharpened steel,
A silver snake reflecting the sun,
My blade did flash and slice the air;
Cut through my foe 'fore he knew twas done.
A scarlet rain did splash my face;
My tongue did taste the new-spilled iron.
The battle done, my heart did race,
Arms heaving in Apollo's fading fire.
I dared not gloat over my fallen foe,
Though I had proved the better man,
Hard years of fighting had taught me thus:
No fight is yet done before some other began.
I turned to face the setting sun
And raised my sward to salute its grace.
I cast one last look at the defeated man
The turned, and let the world draw on apace.
Huzzah. Comments welcome.