here we go
Love

forehead touching
and we are gripping some cloth
something meaningful
an ally has died
the cloth is bloodstained
we are plotting our next move

and we meet eyes
and know what must be done

******* our ragtag trappings
put on some lines of warpaint
kiss one last time and strike out into the night

they don' know what's arriving

I call my sword Jesus in a Manger
that's how surprised they are