The
Warrior and The Poet
Steel gleaming in the sun
Sun gathering sweat upon his brow
Arc after scything arc and the grass laid down in rows.
And I watched the poet warrior
flay his heart with a sword
Steel slicing through the
flesh
Flesh so neatly sliced
His soul was laid out like
words on a page.
And I watched the warrior and
the poet come to a place
Of soft sighs and gentle looks
And that heart for him to
call home.
Arwen Nightstar, 1/5/2000
(For my friend, Iain MacTaosir,
who has reminded me of things I thought I had forgotten.)
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