Rewards of My Days
I trample your attempts to banish me,
smashing my fist with a blow
of such crushing force
that your gusty breath stills
under this serpent's weight,
as your poison races to rend my chest
and fervent eyes split the night
searching for faceless fears;
but evil cannot overcome
my need to push my quest
although my life is now a trial,
I cling steadfastly to one assurance
that heaven will grant me days' rewards
for this is my Shepherd wish,
in His time, in His time.
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Copyright © Henry W | Year Posted 2015
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