FastSaying

Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes.
Sacred soul-sister silently pleads
For only peace, which never has been.
Only has such been seen within
A soul with the humblest, most basic needs.

That soul I've fleetingly seen before,
Crossing my path when I'd naught left in store-
Nothing to which war-poet may run.
Soul-sister-Soul-Angel- seeing poet undone,
Paused, to hand war-poet gold from her Core.

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