leaving in the middle of a war
to take back what is mine and hers
when i return
what compromise awaits?
but relaxation in the making
five years of toil
let the sun rise over me
and the breeze wrap around
lay me down in the rhythm of today
the ax can wait
the dragon burns tomorrow
I like that last bit.
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