Uvurk Vermin-Strangler's Book of Poetry

Uvurk Vermin-Strangler’s BOOK OF POETRY

A plum Sweet and ripe Soft enough to fall apart Juices running down my chin Peace After battle

Sleep does not come Without you by my side If only it did We could at least Meet in my dreams

Strong arms A strong hilt A smooth surface, Almost as soft as silk My blade is an extension of my arm

Opening like a flower Bloomed late in summer The sweet scent Overpowering Blood flows like nector Hummingbirds and crows lapping it up

Hands for building strong fortresses For weilding strong weapons For raising strong children Hands that are rough And calloused But caress You gently My Love

There is no sleep on the Battlefield But there are A hundred thousand Stars

They fall like petals from the trees as the bloom of spring fades Once pink and full of life Now brown and crumpled and crushed Underfoot

The bite of steel The hum of stone Sparks fly My blade gleams Oil slick

A single leaf falls Broken free and tumbling Slowly On the wind A solitary dancer moving As if slowed in time Amid the chaos of the battlefield

A focused mind As sharp as my battle axe A honed body As well balanced as my greatsword A steady soul As true as flight of my arrow