Invading Schemed, Their banners lean. Glint of moonlight Colors spears a pale white Bobbing to This quiet tune. Flags are stained red, An approaching dread Creeps on through, Below view. Thrown The gauntlet down. Cold Arrowheads of ice. Painted herbs and spice Black below their eyes, Peering nerves unwracked, Through stone wall cracks. The scentContinue reading “Invading”

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