Saturday, December 27, 2014

Debt of the Blessed

Debt of the Blessed
By David Shamo
December 27, 2014

The plan I do lay,
Timing with a goal one will stray,
The price of friendship, I will pay.

Dark as the harvest moon spreading quick and far
Moments beat slower as the river flows.
Calls go out when the key is found
Door open wide; picture one never forgets.

Forbidden words slips the lips
As hearts shatter, tripling in speed,
“Call to arms” the battle is here in spite.
Reinforcements called is almost nigh
Tree falls with stomping of the feet.
Chattering voices, blinks of time,
Cold pierces through.

One raises the flag
To signal a loss of the one inside,
Trumpets sound for the one
Who was lost has been found.

Time in the balance
The master came to collect,
 Debts are owed.

The life was spared, friendship
Was spent, blessed are those
With tear soaked pillows at night
For the win was hard,
But worth the fight.

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