Bless the Blade-Contest
Bless The Blade
Kneeling down in prayer
In my own temple on hill top
Thanking the gods
For all their blessings
My vast kingdom richly laid
Two handsome youths
Brought up in royalty
To rule over the ordinary mortals
But, a searing pain in my back
I collapsed in a bloody pool
Colouring the alabaster floor
I turned up to eye the coward
The lad that rocked in my arms smiled
I raised my hand to bless the blade
October 4, 2015
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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