Soul And Its Valour Poem by james watkin
Soul And Its Valour
Tires of harping, while on earth
To breastplate, on giving birth.
Upon that rock, we count back
Lives broken through no waves' lack.
Tasked to rebuff but gladly
Each cold will lifted madly.
Down, darkly down, for to right
Wrongs of what past mortal fight?
Himself having to allot
As Heaven's cursed patriot!
Tires of harping that deathless one.
Blister-telling, on and on.
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