I stand on the battlefield with a quiver
Hands shaking as I ready to deliver
My arrows into their hearts with a plunge
Through their sternum and then I lunge
Off the field to a safe zone to drink and tell
Of stories about the rivals that fell
But I tell them one more before I depart
“It's better to take an arrow to the knee than the heart”
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Robbie Nagle
Hey there. Welcome to my page. I have recently started walking out the path to writing my first novel. To allow myself other creative outlets, I’ll be using this to post some poetry and short stories that may or may not be in future novels.
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler7 days ago in Fiction
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