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The Beasts
Trammel through the halls
with war on your mind.
The army must forestall
the enemy in the night.
Fever grips the wizard
as hallow comes the ball.
Ladies dance, and boys now prance
up and down the hall.
We see them in the balcony
configuring a call.
When last he heard the symphony
he trembled by the wall.
What have you taken now
inside the crystal stairs?
The men will come, and beasts will plow
without a warning there.
You howl into the night
like a wolf without a call.
The next day you have left the site,
to think now how it galls.
Copyright ©
Brian Bronson
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