Within the spirits of the light
We'll walk along the road of life.
Without fear or delight,
Between the borders of the knives
We will break through, we'll fight,
And our enemies will hide,
And run away out of sight
Until we let them faint and die
Under the veil of the night
And pass forever out of mind...
But we are hirelings of light,
A lumber, buried and denied...
23.01.2010
Hirelings of light
© Copyright: Николай Порада, 2010
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Wow! I'm afraid to write reviews on poetry with reviews of other poets, because their reviews decorate your poems. As always you have a perfect poem!
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