Poetry · Writing

Defend

My heart was your shield

the night the pitch forks came.

Into the steamy fields under

blood moon. Their screams

carried deep into the night.

Anger and fear clouded

their humanity, telling them

to burn.

Burn, burn until everything

is blood red. No devil can save you.

Run through the fields

my heart will be your shield

so you can fight for another.

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