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Warrior Poet

Deadly to his enemies, confusing to his friends While faithful to his writing, all justified intent Furious in times of war, in peace his vision burns But past the fray inside his verse, a gentler spirit yearns Salvation long then sacrificed, a fate he can’t deny A cross that’s left for him to bear, but still his spirit cries Through battles mostly devil sent, and victories sealed with death This guilt the price he’s had to pay, now felt with every breath But one last wish he prays out loud, one cry is sent above “My spear, my pen, my joie de vivre, I trade all back for love” (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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Date: 3/7/2020 7:41:00 AM
A touching poem, Kurt. Enjoyed.
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Kurt Philip Behm
Date: 3/7/2020 8:46:00 AM
Thank you.