Beasts of Burden

*Beasts of burden* Then I couldn't grapple the hand that held onto what I hinged upon Never 'ld, instead I reached for its head Mortal-minded, neither soldier nor lord or rather, faux,feeble, too torn Long I stood, living in graced faith Nature denied me a knife or dagger But a soldiering destiny waited for death at hefty times when all didnt query, yet, these souls ran Godly errands afar In the morning we equally laid tiredly Thought I was gone too long to return- nooks 'n crannies, moonlit-sanity. Me, death with feud on a bale of hay discreetly left on a tomb for liason Strongly gave out , solely a sacrifice We passed!, Feute'de'mieux, to die looked down as far as I could, just ice under the haystack, I failed to age. Death entertains beyond prying eyes *(LANCELOT)*