Hordes

Don’t stifle their excitement; ham-on rye,

sham-on high; spell the words out,

lance them with a needle,

shatter the shadows,

you’re alone,

peal back,

you can,

I am.

Belittle men, pamper your women, tamp fires.

You,

cast-out,

never done,

pushing the trees,

angering the elder gods,

harboring the cape and circling,

avid warrior, shaped betrayer, ax in hand,

blood tastes of iron, polish your blade; glory.

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~ by Shawn M. Young on May 17, 2016.

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