Friday, 12 April 2013

The Twelfth Hour

Sadly I have been unable to produce a new poem today. So here is something I wrote earlier.

Two Warriors

They met under the midnight moon
Drawing together in the dark
Scowls were thrown and black smiles together
As attire shifted with the sinking air
And blades grew hungry in the night
Spittle lined lips and was flung to the earth
Sweat waited on poised limb
Before battle was to be done
Blade upon blade and flesh struck flesh
Finality yawned closer, though lingered just beyond
As together they rolled on the satin of mud
Coated in muck and fell residue
The struggle went on to tire and draw exhaustion
Until they fall apart
Longing for completeness in slumber

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