Virtues FrayA Poem by Daegal
Surrounding battle thus I get
To arms thrust I, must not regret My armour tattered from age of war Ti's growing bent from edges bore This fighting upward to which I go I know in heart my lessons grow If my strength falters not today Then self I conquer in virtues fray © 2013 Daegal |
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