Embossed
Emblazoned with your monogram
Call me your little coin
Design of us more sacred than
Meteor's noon anoint
Howling homeless Winter lingers
Fingers in our trove
Should cruelty a blizzard bring us
Brave summoned in droves
Prisoners whispered confidence
Shared worries are gone
Mortar between us is credence
Knife edge secret sworn
Bearers we, of mightiest sword
Armor repels feeble
Donjon detains nightly reward
Rejoinder agreeable
For every required expenditure
Little Coin will cater
Conjured to find replenishment
Future emblazoned
Energised by mammoth missions
Carved as arrowhead
Morale for your instinctive vision
Richness never spent
26th August 2020
Copyright © Sigrid Ermine | Year Posted 2020
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