Challenge
Challenge of the Week CLXXII
Isolation. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Exile
Alone I hunker, threat severe,
while chaos reigns outside,
besieged by blackguards cavalier
with fragile human lives.
Alone I hunker, larder bare,
'midst clanging swords on shields,
as corpses stack up in the square
with exponential speed.
Alone I hunker, exile met,
discomfort is embraced-
for one should never play roulette
with precious souls at stake.
Alone I hunker, nevermore;
the foes have been subdued-
and stronger shields are being forged
for future troops to use.
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