Poems : 3
Setting Sun.
We ride into the setting sun,
Into the setting sun we ride.
Something that we've never done,
The novelty we've never tried.
We won't walk back on our tracks.
Our tracks settle back behind.
Forwards, as our pasts relax,
We ride as fate itself unwinds.
The Sword of truth:
Let the sword of truth strike again
And every blood corpuscle drain
From the face of dishonest man.
That avarice may btempt deceit
Is an admission of defeat
By connivers of a nefarious plan.
Then those with malice in their hearts
Intent on spiting those in arts
Deserve excommunication.
And so when justice makes its mark
Benificent servants should embark
On a Campaign for reformation.
Grallator Loripes.
Grallator Loripes et lectisterniator
Ad volubtatium lentiginosus ampullarius
Et diabrathranius cum pabo plenus allec
Et volsella decernient invenire.
Copyright: 2010 (c) Arthur J.P. Strand.
