Warriors
circling dusty fields
growling with
disdain
with palmy
force and gnarling teeth
thus sport
their thrashing manes
Their prey a
solemn meek-filled sort
the target of
their eyes
to pain
inflict and not acquit
n'er mercy be
supplied
The charging
bulls with raging spit
did make the
rubble fly
with paws
extend and claws to end
the life of
meek-filled eyes
With
castigated words they charge
their shouts
and roars at peak
to rip and
tear the soul of one
whose silence
static keep
Diversions
thus the meek-filled one
avoided their
onslaughts
diffusing
rage with peace filled phage
the slipping
course ersatz
And silence
filled the dusty plain
when conflict
thus did pass
the
meek-filled one did once again
delirium
outlast
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