~ Poetry by me ~
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While Valkyries may write the fates
Of armies upon human skin,
my raven featherīs dipped in ink,
not in the dew of battle-field.
The penīs swift stroke decides which lines
are reaped for the eternal hall,
which words are culled from thinkingīs fray
and which into oblivion fall.
Đ 2005 Michaela
Macha
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