A Narrow Path



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Fate hangs in azure strung long

A narrow and harrowed path

Desires, the apparition strong

Dances with balatron laugh

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Ne’er stays the hand, tiller wrought

Destiny trumpets its own voice

No matter what you have sought

Nothing was chosen by choice

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In ruddy sheen mantle born

Vestige of an honor bound

Scarred oath in ritual sworn

Blood red on hallowed ground

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Sweet smoke and the clamor call

In runes of battle burns truth

The gaud of life will befall

And you will be left the proof

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Sing and herald fabled song

And let that balatron laugh

Fate hangs in azure strung long

A narrow and harrowed path

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Comments
14 Responses to “A Narrow Path”
  1. beth says:

    you are an excellent war poet

  2. Isha says:

    I just love your poetry!

  3. jonicaggiano says:

    I agree with the other comments, every one. The metaphors are beautiful and cleaver. You paint a vivid picture of battle and how one who survives is the memory of what a soldier is left with after that service is done. The photograph was perfect for your post also. Big southern hugs coming your way, Love Jonikins xoxoxo

  4. Jim Borden says:

    thoughtful poem, Brad. and I had to look up what a balatron is!

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