TendernessNature kissesAnd breeze caressesThe silent bloom.
Voices of BattleOnward!Pressing forward in every wayOur hearts desire - or don't desire - to move.Moving, swaying, dancing asOne body, one mind, one purpose.Our Champion!It is He who we followIn spite of who we are, who we claim to be.His is the battle plan.His is the armor. His is the order.Retreat!The cry is weak, unheardFor it was not the Shepherd's voice.A few follow, deceived - their backsTo the closest enemy.Save Us!The cry was heard overThe clang of metal, the claxon of weapons.Those tricked struggle, hit the ground hard.A roar echoes through the valley.Retreat!This time the cry reverberatesThrough the enemy ranks. They stumble back, blinded and fearfulAs they come face to face with Ferocity.Stand Down!The wounded huddle, in the protective custodyOf those who still stand whole.This side of the valley falls silent, watchingAs Holy Rage charges - alone.Victory!It was not by their strengthThat parts of the enemy lay scattered over the ground.Their Victor stood
Sticky Kitchen TilesA cockroach stares at mefrom halfway down the counter,flat black eyes saying,"Yeah, you're bigger than me.Go ahead. Grab the pot."What he doesn't know isI'm terrified of things with wings,I don't take dares from insects,and my pots are in the cupboardright below his spindly legs.I could grab the meat cleaverand start swinging.It's too bad I'm so fondof blue kitchen tilesand marbled counters.Besides,can't cockroaches live for months without their heads,anyway?
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