Poetry · Writing

Promise of the Loving

swear it. by the old and the new

will walk through this fire and shred

the common like sheep in Winter.

trials of the eel never taint the old way

but bring promise to the new

stings of truth in gorge of the outer rim

taste the fruit of our adventure

swear it. and i’ll ride along side

until the grey rules the mane above my brow

and the eyes sink towards the Earth

the old will rise along the moon

and the new will rule this world

as we did.

swear it. and I’ll curse this time

with one last try

in your lying goodbye

till our time runs dry.

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