[Posted 19 October 2012]
Defeat
Your torn banner, bloodied and
snapped by the wind.
Swords are not shining headstones.
They stand upright, watching the dead,
better guardians
than
you.
The claws of a dragon
broken and blunt.
Look upon them.
Their bodies are circled with soil and snow.
You cannot fulfil the vow to protect,
you cannot grant their tomorrows
no.
One organ gouged, wasted, gone.
There lies another.
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