From a stone

James Long
Jun 10, 2024
1 min read

I know you

Broken blade

The weight of you in and and memory

The fire roar of blood, conviction's fire

The breathless truth of war

Set down in earnest purpose

Penance

For hubris, ego's end

An age a warning

Bloody memory

Damascus Damocles for sin

So why then do you smolder

with that old Uronic fire?

Had you not abandoned crowns and regal light?

What old things stir to waking?

For what will your arm swing?

With what spirit do you work the forge at night?

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