Sunday, November 24, 2013

It's a living

The Warrior


A sword and a board and an empty night
full of things that bump and bite.
A tavern warm and a maiden fair,
With sparkling eyes and flowing hair.

A call to arms, a call to war,
a call to death away so far.
A soldier's life of duty waits,
To lead the evil to their fate.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Coming home

Sand


Two years in the sand
Frozen in time and space
Time to live again.