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The Way of Men
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This is a work of amature fiction, no contravention of copyright is intended and no profit is made from this endeavour.
In Wisdom and conscience I had seen him walk,
Through days of endless hardship and restraint,
From the dark valley’s of the noble lands
To the brink of his own mortality and fate.
I watch him still these days of hopeless adoration
Perplex that which is me, beyond reasonable doubt,
Can it be that I have found what I seek,
That in this luminous spark I reach out to is my future and my need?
Shallow souls and hollow halls all encircle my days
Trapped and in knowing this stay trapped
For the fear of rejection of what I want
What I fear to need and yet crave in the same instance.
It is that which I feel I cannot have.
But still he approaches, cold fire in azure eyes,
Humour on mobile lips as he tips his head to one side.
He knows me, ah so well; that I am humbled before him.
His hand is on my shoulder, large and firm,
Warm and honest, and it is that honesty that makes me smile.
That contact that makes me content as I fall into step beside him,
And behind the bonhomie I think he knows.
So still we play this game.
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