Roar's chaste hide skinned, worn proud, proves pride's mane dead;
Clipped heads double back till seared necks grow naught;
Gilded rack trapped though arrows she out fled;
Goring grunter run-down ere snowbound caught.
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Dense, embedded and rich with a kind of war chant like a filigree painted at the shield of the mind. Intriguing and fun to grapple with. Difficult, but i'll read it several times and eventually get it a bit more and better. Thanks for sharing.
Hi Julie, I'm flattered by your thoughtful comment. Very much appreciated!