Bronze

Burnt and darkened by fire's light Forged from the ashes of laborious hours Bold to the point of being brass Fortune favors the bravest at heart Who have a warrior's song within   Sculpted into a celestial metal That craves blood and warfare With every sharpening of the blade It will have the names of... Continue Reading →

Communication

To some Language makes us superior As though the scribbles written Upon deaden trees make us more- More than "common" animal   But does not the owl hoot? Nor the "common" wolf call out? Language is no more or less Than sounds made up And put into a system   Language is meant to Communicate... Continue Reading →

Inflection

I don't like The tone of your voice When you speak To me   I don't know What it is But I don't Like it   Don't talk Down to me I don't even talk up Speak at my level -Kel Dayheart

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