Fear Not of They

CAST your bantering on the rock
Save your words of crass repose
No poet true can ever mock
what beauty life will give to those
Whom wish us death or blackened dreams
Back to you, it seems.

The Armor shines in glist'ning sun
No metal known, for we have none
We breathe out fire's foolish fun
and demons run.

Saul of Tarsus ravaged too
Euclid did his math like you
Think we raised in kingly houses?
Harken! Count my ragged blouses!

Sleep

Tranquil bliss of foreign ocean
Crystal sea's symmetric motion
Thy echo'd call and sweet devotion
Shall always be my tender motion.