WARRIOR
Evening waits – what dreams abound!
Violet, scented, faithful hours,
echoes of our steps on fertile ground.
A flame that should have crowned
our love with flowers,
instead your breath devours.
What force, what nerve – none can say!
Since evening turned to bitter night,
I am a warrior trained to slaughter days;
to slash a path, else forge my way,
with sword or piercing light
near your heart in heavens bright.
Copyright: Sylvia Maclagan, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2007.
Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition Sylvia!
Perhaps you'll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the 'bringer of victory'?
Best of luck in the battle!
~Mosaic Musings Staff
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