365 Days of Poetry: Day Eight

A little bit past time, but ain’t no rest for the wicked, so it is still January 8th to me.

Coals stoked by
Bellows pressed in
Certainty of war.

We sneak for solace
Not criminal
Just worthy.

Of all the perks
Heroes aquire
During raids and renderings.

Kill the dragon
The lion sleeps tonight.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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