The Summoning

The Summoning

A Poem by DreadfulBride

Faith to me, to me!

doubt, a terrible brute

seething breath of fire
pray upon your faith

stand and swing

though sword in hand

appears but a reed

swing mightily!

© 2016 DreadfulBride


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Added on February 29, 2016
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DreadfulBride
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Beware the seductive muse. Whispered of half truths she imbues. My work, not all is dark at night. Not all is light in the morning. It is all about expression and sight. Get it right, less.. more..