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The Few

by Scott Andrew Bailey

On a dark peak
In a lofty castle tower
Firelight glints on gold
The flames are the consummation
Of a million dreams
The gold is the gifts
That the few exchange
As they gather
To sharpen their swords
Hone their skills
Readying
To chase away the wolves
Release the hounds
And take control
Of the docile cattle herds

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Originally posted on thehouseofbailey

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Posted on October 7, 2015 at 9:23 PM in Poetry, Scott   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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