The Last Line Against Ominous Death
Grant Hope #32
Staring down a blade of war
grisly but beautiful and forebodingly sheen
masterfully crafted
it knows no tales before blood adheres its testament will
A woman dressed in frolicking red
braids of innocent fair
is flush with its golden hilt in her hand
how could the incalculable skill and planning of man
lead to crafted disaster in its hands
Yet in war there is defense in kind
protecting ways of life
when an ominous death of sovereignty and will may no longer be enshrined
The woman flows inside and out
pulsing and piercing through skin
all the while being the sign of life that signals death
when we cease to breathe in
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