Thursday, November 23, 2017


This cape and shield.
Bring me no comfort.
Flings me into,
false sense of self.
Who am I but,
King of mighty_and
Savior of weak.
Through years of battle,
and Age has come.
This cane my_only,
sword I now wield.
For quiet Hero.
How soon forgotten,
little flock of sheep.
Remembered Glory,
thought it mattered.
His greatest gift to_all,
but losing himself.

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