She Will Hear You
| Hilla Stormbringer |
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She Will Hear You
She will hear you, hear the loud din The crush and clash and cry of battle Beer-tables broken, benches upturned So fell and fierce the foe you grapple Shouting and screaming he shakes the ground Rending, ripping, reaching for you His luck is lost. And lost as well His arm, his bone, his baneful claw Now moaning, dying, mere-ward he goes Your tongue will tell the tale of battle She will hear you. And she will come. (This is a spoken-word poem) |
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