Horus
Time and space fit the wars of race,
Here watch the curls of plots that flare;
Echoes now trace the pulse of grace.
Horus unfurls proud primal ware,
Opt to rebel against the sire;
Reach to conspire with fury proud,
Urge force to tell of flame and pyre;
Set all on fire with battle loud.
Here in this space of finite means,
Echoes now show the hordes that clash,
Reap in sure trace the battle din,
Etch bloody flow of blades that flash;
See bloodbath gore and wounded fall,
Yield to the lore of bleeding gall.
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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