Standing there in the darkness of the setting sun
A comrade had just fallen by the arrow
Things that are cut out for this
Trade and commerce skill and labor
A means to survive while doing what is close to the heart
And here sent to rectify the news brought
The drought that was commanded and a part of
The best soldier in all the land and the one meant
Which landed in a heart.
Quivered by the thought and facing another
And another, a sign for evil to lay waste on
Foretold this too, in the own country
No fear though, for the divine guides sight
The least one can be is true
All else would be up to the chosen
Away from here, stolen.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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