On the train
At the end of
An ancient empire.
Travelling with
An altogether
Different army
Than the one
That built a wall
And spoke Latin.
An ill omen flirts
With the railing
‘One for Sorrow’
A lone magpie
I reach to salute
Then realise
He is not alone
And could never be so,
Not in this city.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:54 AM UTC
On the train
At the end of
An ancient empire.
Travelling with
An altogether
Different army
Than the one
That built a wall
And spoke Latin.
An ill omen flirts
With the railing
‘One for Sorrow’
A lone magpie
I reach to salute
Then realise
He is not alone
And could never be so,
Not in this city.
Warblings about my beloved Newcastle United, Terrible I know.
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