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This here forum is just taking off like a rocket, NOT!
Ok, I'll stick my neck on the block again, then.
I wrote this one, oh, almost a decade ago, now.
The Longing
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Like tired old soldiers
we sprawl by the fire
dreaming of brighter days
The smoke and spark of faded youth
writhes upward against diamond-bright stars
Our tarnished armor barely gleams in the firelight
Ah, but mountain air is a heady brew!
Listen close to our mutterings
and you'll still catch the longing
Some would say
that we built our own fences
only to fillet ourselves against the wire
I'd sooner place the blame on unseen foes
and powers in high places
If we could bring back the days
when it was only cold steel against warm blood
and the battle lines were drawn...
But now the fire fades in our eyes
Somewhere a lost creature
cries defiantly against the night
and I shiver
We beasts are all the more dangerous
when cornered
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