Service Over Poem by marc molchan

treasure where you find
the choice to be many
the sequence of events
the knife sheathed and ready
quality over quantity
service for her Majesty or King
undo the loss of the world
we're in; stealth and purpose
the legacy mounts as we enter
the privately held santuary
for our enemies quip
legion serving its squire its
echo not loudly sweep past
unnoticed up and through
the destiny we await in perfect
slates evil lurks in the hearts
of men so we learn from our secret
rendezvous; not pressed into action but like a cleaver sever the head always more deadly that
the dragon be asleep