Monday, February 20, 2012
Detente
We are both
battle worn
and scarred
from this war
we wage.
There has been
blood spilled
on both sides
from sharpened words
wielded in anger;
a broken truce
draws lines in the sand.
Your armor is tarnished;
my tower in ruins.
We have only a single
kingdom
to which we both lay claim.
but only one of us
may have ownership.
the emissary of peace
demands compromise
but I will not
surrender my ground
without knowing
if I trade my throne
for chains.
So you throw your
white flag
at my feet.
take the chains
I fear
upon yourself.
exchanging
your sword
for the
uncertainty
of my forgiveness..
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