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| Poet Peace | 12:43am thursday, 9th october |
The poet Peace rode rivers wild
and landed on the shore,
in dreaming's land he walked the mile
to conquer dreaming's War.
With not a weapon but a hope
he sought to win the day,
to strike at that unholy throat
who dogs of doom obey.
Now War he gathered armies 'round
about his castle walls,
and let his piercing trumpets sound
their cataclysm call.
Then Peace came up to meet his foes,
prepared for battle they,
but poet Peace alone arose
with only words to say:
"Today I die, but know ye this:
tomorrow ever comes,
and like the dawn of dreaming's mist,
I have already won.
"For War shall kill till all are dead
with no one left to fight,
and when the blood has all been bled,
shall come the end of night. "
So Peace they killed him, legion War,
and set his corpse to burn,
but others wait still on the shore
for poet Peace' return.
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