Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes.Sacred soul-sister silently pleadsFor only peace, which never has been.Only has such been seen withinA soul with the humblest, most basic needs.That soul I've fleetingly seen before,Crossing my path when I'd naught left in store-Nothing to which war-poet may run.Soul-sister-Soul-Angel- seeing poet undone,Paused, to hand war-poet gold from her Core.
-Adam Scott Campbell
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