25 January 2007

Without Armour

Whiter than white,
too white,
the unsuspecting hero sleeps,
awaiting daylight,
the hour is early.

Fists unclenched,
shield never fashioned,
never required.

Only the blade of wit,
the spear of tongue,
ever brandished.

Sharks hunt for pride,
the last rock unturned,
nothing but dust and light.

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