13th Soldier
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

A misinterpretation of dreams

The old master smiled at him

In what sense he wondered

The wise and the old

With their tales and their visions

Left only fields of fear

Upon which the nights fell

Waiting for the light

A child ran through them

Crying out flames

Another bird sings in the west.

    13th Soldier

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    He who stands behind the line waiting for his turn

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