All I could do
Was stare at my shoes
And spend the spoken word
On petty pithy plights
Undressed in moonlight
Whilst you wielded a sword
Tradition would have me win
Though speech is a hollow thing
This I knew before
Slashes, feints and rips
From my eyes to my hips
My legs safe to carry your war
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
All I could do
Was stare at my shoes
And spend the spoken word
On petty pithy plights
Undressed in moonlight
Whilst you wielded a sword
Tradition would have me win
Though speech is a hollow thing
This I knew before
Slashes, feints and rips
From my eyes to my hips
My legs safe to carry your war