Shining threads

Shining threads

Tuesday 1 April 2014

Unflinching

Unflinching.
Face to face.
Ragnarok.
Bear to Fox.
The sky goes through infinite variations.
And dust accumulates unsettlingly.
This.  Stare.
Parallel and distinct.
Unflinching.
Murderer's steel knife flickers death.
His raging Eidolon floats out,
disembodied to terrorise the air.
Only whilst the centre holds,
unflinching though wavering,
will the warmth of victory be realised.

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