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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commonsensiblyspeaking 
you are an excellent war poet
Thank you, Beth! Experience is a great teacher.
Fabulous!
Thank you brother!
Pleasure my friend!
I just love your poetry!
You are too kind. Thank you, Isha!
You are warmly welcome 🌸
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
Thanks Jonikins!
Your welcome Brad. Sending you some homemade biscuits and jam and fresh coffee. Oh and of course a big hug too. Love ❤️ Jonikins
thoughtful poem, Brad. and I had to look up what a balatron is!
Thanks Jim! I had to look it up the first time I heard it too.
glad it wasn’t just me!