Gord

2016-12-06 12:00 am

Feather aloft, with folded wing,
Birds gliding as the summer sings,
Turning only to check the fitting.
Bastion of the great lords,
Last swinging his great sword,
Breaking bones he sees fit.
A life in three parts,
As though it was,
And so it is.
Life lays it's judgement,
As one tries to live.