The Glory Hunt
THE GLORY HUNT
Heard the birdsong of delicate blush dawning
Dreamed the soft breath yearning kisses of my darling
Wakened to the flashing agony of wicked truth;
Veiled my trembling heart in black.
Rode old warlords down the path with swords a-blazing
Turned the valiant head of my love with his thirst for glory
Tried a secret warning in my desperate tell tale kiss;
Dead he was before he left my arms.
V Anderson-Throop
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