Conquest
Dawn’s herald sounds forth,
Night’s ramparts are stormed,
Her daunting walls breached.
Westward she withdraws,
Her keep abandoned,
The conquest complete.
Day’s standard flies high,
Proclaiming rebirth,
Warming the chill land.
Written 13/04/2015
~Shane Cooper~
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
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