One of my poems in the anthology, “Poetic Shadows: Ink and the Sword”
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The times had its toll,
The price had been paid.
The warrior entered in,
fought with a brittle heart,
but then exited
with a fearful grace….
She walked along a rocky road
under a bright glowing moon
and her long hair flowed lightly
as it danced in the cool breeze.
The warrior felt her way through a lonely darkness
With her head held high and tear-stained eyes.
She stayed focused, even though, her favorite star had burnt out. She marched on.
There were more steps to be trod,
As each one was lit up from the glow of the high crescent moon. Twas a dark and rocky path the warrior traveled
In the bleak autumn evening, Faint lights flickered as she passed through isolated and desolate streets.
The warrior was determined to create a new onward moment. She marched on. A heart of scars built with uneven…
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