I look back on my Village days
so filled with life -- the many ways
we used to revel! Swords of light
arrayed against the dark of night.
Yes, we were quite another kind:
bright Knights and Ladies of the mind.
Bring on the World! Its equal, we
would conquer all that we could see.
But now my world’s grown rather thin.
I rest. I take my medicine
when it is time. My Lady sits
across the room. She hums. She knits.
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Ahh. Nice rhythm.
From the end:
I get the feeling it is not the end for your man. Something still can occur.
Nice lexicon through the middle =) very nice.
have a look at mine... the lack of poetry annoys me.
But you'll see it soon enough.
haha.
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