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In Control
Strong stood he with his trident and vade mecum
with a percept of controlled destiny and paths chosen.
Paganist he was at heart he forgot.
Nature played it’s course.
He gasped over a “Yes” and took over a new path.
A new path?
No, he thought ,a subsidiary at best.
Mesmerised by the chirp he was.
Values then called, peer purged and past did haunt.
A sweet slumber it was. Incomplete though, he felt.
A greater fete was to be achieved, sacrifices were to be made
and sceptre was to be held.
He left.
with a percept of controlled destiny and paths chosen.
Paganist he was at heart he forgot.
Nature played it’s course.
He gasped over a “Yes” and took over a new path.
A new path?
No, he thought ,a subsidiary at best.
Mesmerised by the chirp he was.
Values then called, peer purged and past did haunt.
A sweet slumber it was. Incomplete though, he felt.
A greater fete was to be achieved, sacrifices were to be made
and sceptre was to be held.
He left.
Published 26th May 2015
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