A rose at your doorstep

You’re fighting a war
You’ll win but what do you do after your victory?
You’ll drink, dance and merry
Invite the lords of stars to break bread
And the daughters of moon to warm your bed-
and then…?
That is to say you do not fight without a purpose.

Name your hurdles before you jump them
They will help put honour in your bloodline
Fright in the bodies and souls of your foes
And lead your children through
When they come of age to choose their gods

I’ll be saying two prayers tonight
One for me and one for you
You’ll find it in the fragrance of the rose I left-
by your doorstep.

Micheal Ace


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