You’re my armour:
beat thine breast,
where all cold steel
at mine behest
might sing in echo,
violence swayed,
Tag: warrior
Warrior
Is it red I seek to deal upon a blade of sharpened steel? Is it death I wish to touch then back a step, avoid death’s rush? Or do I wish to dig up soil to fill with body, let not spoil? Or have I hopes to feel a rain cold and wet and numb of pain? In war I fight and war I die, for if not die, then who am I?