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To Be Or Not To Be... Armed
Small whispers, exchanges lacking luster in karma fueled dreams
Feudal warlords divided against the other as it seems
Standing off sides, blades drawn, words of war left unsaid
Though heavy brow left upon each helmeted head
Protecting hearts, minds encased within impenetrable armor
Eyes searching vulnerabilities to swiftly dishonor
The foe that does not speak but knows how to damage
While the other, the muted sage, sparks all things savage
With a searching look a knowing gaze that pierce through any shield to the heart
This was over before it began, with the foe unarmed from the start
Not to be taken down by some unceremonious blow
But too arrogant to prepare, no wits, no weapon with him to show
Feudal warlords divided against the other as it seems
Standing off sides, blades drawn, words of war left unsaid
Though heavy brow left upon each helmeted head
Protecting hearts, minds encased within impenetrable armor
Eyes searching vulnerabilities to swiftly dishonor
The foe that does not speak but knows how to damage
While the other, the muted sage, sparks all things savage
With a searching look a knowing gaze that pierce through any shield to the heart
This was over before it began, with the foe unarmed from the start
Not to be taken down by some unceremonious blow
But too arrogant to prepare, no wits, no weapon with him to show
Published 26th Apr 2019
Author's Note
This particular poem does use him, though it wasn’t specifically directed towards a male, just flowed from my thoughts to my fingers to type and so it stayed.
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