the royal brother of the west
the prince of the sky
the dear, sweet valour on my lips...
he names himself
he cries her name
he denies... and lies...
will he let it slip?
excuses lie... lodged in his
throat... unable truth...
a blemish on his soul.
dislike in my eyes
distaste in my heart
wisdome pushes more hard in the end
re-enter the simple giant
contest of the stars
the thunder-stroke kisses of life
letters on a page,
gallent streets
pulse beats...
Can you release his chained wrists?
Poetry
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