The Way of the Sword
If memory was paper
Were pens as sharp as swords
Writers would be soldiers
Pure poets likely lords
If poets starve on streets
While warriors slay the hordes
Greed often slaughters souls
Death strums its chilling chords
As night turns into day
The brave shall shine our way
12/2/19
"If you live by the sword you die by the sword" contest
Silent One
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2019
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