Temples of Battle
Do you dare present me your Indigent heart, and presume it worthy?
Do you imagine you may claim my crown through Obtuse eyes?
You walk upon this land I have won, disgracing the temples of battle
Which the memory of my lost soldiers Consecrate,
As you, in youth's Delirium, daydream of thrones and trophies,
My teeth have tasted the blood of Awakening giants.
Your Delicate unranked bone and sinew can not combat
The Egregious climb of time that looms and shadows.
In your folly, you naively expect to Mediate defeat,
But here, there is no counsel for the conquered.
8/23/19
For 'Eight Word Challenge 9' contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
required words: Indigent, Obtuse, Egregious, Delirium, Delicate, Consecrate, Mediate, Awakening.
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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