Sunday, November 11, 2007


too many enemies to count
horizon dotted with armored horses and savage men

they spit and curse my name
a lone man in the middle of an unnamed land

my tribe slaughtered
my honor is what keeps my feet grounded
and my weapon by my side

lost cause
time stood still
i held my ground

they charge with their weapons drawn
and spill my blood into the hot sand

my lineage lost
last in line to the afterlife


Blogger oldguy85308 said...

The best enemy against an enemy is another enemy-Friedrich Nietzsche

2:17 PM  

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