Sometimes I write poems that may or may not be actual poems.
Blessed be the ferocious few:
The strong,
the silent,
the brave,
the true.
Hallowed be the raging fires:
In hearts,
in souls,
in shadows
of spires.
Blessed be the fearsome ones:
Forever
bleeding,
Forsaking
none.
Hallowed be the raging fires:
In hearts,
in souls,
in shadows
of spires.
Blessed be the fearsome ones:
Forever
bleeding,
Forsaking
none.
Markus can be ferocious and fearsome sometimes. So his picture is very appropriate for this poem. Love that boy! Great poem!
ReplyDeleteIt didn't start out as being about him, but his picture was all I had that fit with the sentiment of the poem. Sad - I know so few truly ferocious beings.
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