144 & Everything After |
Let’s make it a good one.
And, as requested, here is the hiatus verse (draft) in its proper form:
I rein my light in from the day
And you portend surrender near?
You dream it done? You set my snare;
This shade, it means I plot in peace.
Until the Nones of March I march,
Soft falls my step on soldiers’ path,
All deaf to me as I move past,
For what have I in trumpet? Hope!
As under covert rose I ride,
Advancing with prolific speed,
Let not our love, my love, impede
The silence strong that veils device;
I breathe in deep, then break my storm
And force foe-blind to bleeding knee,
Thus calm must come, then victory:
Not dark nor death, but Jesca’s sun.
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