Duty Served

Duty Served. I hold shield, sword and oath to keep prices paid in red frothy blood Pains so deep the angels weep dry bones roasting in sunburnt mud Retrieve my shield to work someday my sword to cut vengeance down Seek not where I chose to lay tis' sweet in this cold hard ground. Dew quenches my thirst at break of morn sun warms my bones like a bonfire I sought not glory and yielded not to scorn courage and honor were my only desire.....Tyr- 03-27-2014