The Sword Speaks
I'll come to find my death in time of war
Fiercely fight and die with a shattered sword
A King that conquers comes that I abhor
I'll stand alone as my death comes towards
They'll be no quarter given in this fight
He'll come this night sworn a gathering storm
And leave me headless with a sense of right
With dripping blood as nightmares start to form
This King my brother slowed his pace 'till dawn
Finds he was too late to execute my doom
His anger tortured for my life has gone
With my final breath, my body did consume
His edge now bloodless pulled to curse my name
Falls on his sword an oath he swore to blame
1/10/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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