Monday, April 2, 2012

The Good Fight

1) Farther off; Look we must go! There is such
A tempest brewing that this rust show, but
Touched by the hands that do now grasp for it's
Botched hull, shall be tossed as a child's toy, fits
Of rage shall we endure as we employ
Ourselves so as to ensure that envoy's
Of the deep do not claim our bodies soon;
It is the reaper's task to claim us, swounds
If he should bask in my imitated
Glory before I am satiated!
Yet, as the storm rages on, in futile
Gesture do I resist, I have such wild
Fury that to desist seems such a waste,
That I should lay down my life in such haste.

                                                       The Good Fight, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012

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