Poetry

A Warrior’s Creed

In the garden of the bloated king
greed springs eternal – an evergreen tree
And a wake of vultures dance and sing
while the peasants bow and curtsy

But I shall not fain kiss a ring
where honor and truth are casualty
No fealty owed to what evil brings
Like the sea I too shall rage, free

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