Unwrapped Claymore

Again I bend to kiss this  blade

Then face the winds of Change in steadfast resolution

Whisperings of vows long made

Spin in dizzied revolution

Old and weary wrinkles fade

In face of coming restitution

Tis now my turn to face the night

and at long last to know what's right

Freedom's been a constant fight

Worth every dancing minute

To earn a living in it

Reviews

[Corset]

For anyone who has ever marched to the sound of thier own drum, this poem would be music. It's a beautiful poem, my favorite lines:
Whisperings of vows long made

Spin in dizzied revolution

Old and weary wrinkles fade

In face of coming restitution

Tis now my turn to face the night

and at long last to know what's right

[Bubo]

Tis now my turn to face the night
and at long last to know what's right
Freedom's been a constant fight
Worth every dancing minute
To earn a living in it

Freedom, every man's cherished dream ~ and yes worth every minute.Very much enjoyed reading you!

[Sel Whiteley]

This is so astounding powerful with such mastery of sound. So emotive, your writing never fails to astound me.