Wind

on

Whispering maiden

Thou mother of men

Ushering us in

A world wrought with sin

 

How gentle your touch

Brushing my bare cheek

A fine gift of such

For the strong and meek

 

This face, on one side

The other breathes wrath

Who curses and lied

Walking a vile path

 

For we all know this

Death’s conquering kiss

-EaglePoet 20170302

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