Dread

The songs that yell of glory
barely whisper of it

The pride that won’t suffer poison
flying in the enemy’s direction
has no inbound shield
nor words to speak of it

The campfire burns the fear of tomorrow
The spirits burn caution
But nothing burns the fear of yesterday

The cavalry circles the unmounted
The dread of peace circles the heart
In the fireless dark
we circle the words
the confession
of regret

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