Posted in poetry, prompts

Servants of the Holy Quest

02/19/2019

No poetry can heal a saber’s wound
or clear the mirage of an assassin’s sword

The spirit that lies in an archer’s arrow
is the bone of his master’s word

A caster is no mage to her master
but a mere servant to deploy

No freedom has ever been given
to a berserker’s toy…

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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