Knight of Principalities
In war, the horses are for All to ride.
Nothing but mere vessels for an enemy or ally.
The cannons, the guns, the swords and arrows...instruments at best.
I don’t quarrel with tools, nor do I wish to wrestle flesh.
Invisible forces are what drive mere vessels to shove their instruments through your chest.
Copyright © Angelo Pierre Louis | Year Posted 2018
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