Such was your enemy
baptised into the red red blood
lifted from a wielded sword
truth in his eyes were answers
but they came too late
leaving us somewhat forgotten
slain onto the side of precious
these are Wartime Fables
read from the Mercy Book
they are left without murmuring
or conflict
or question
now is a flickering time for the escape artist
for behind is a non conforming past
ahead a sightless future
true escape is away from the mind set
a mind set that cannot conform
he stops
and waits
at the pool , thirsty
crying out
save me
or does he want the vision to come back ?
always looking into the shadows
always being here at certain times
always needing that soft touch
always saying
find me
he's over there
by the single forest
under clouded skies
it is his intention to breathe only when needed
this leads to a time
when all he can do is enough
the rest is left and can stay alone
he lays asleep in 7 moons
comforted by the campfire
hearing the wind whisper names
