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Them Boots" 1 - 12 - 09



I envied his boots upon the ground he tread

i stopped his tracks with a cocking-dread

i shouted and he knew, with grimness he obeyed

as he turned and realized the mistakes he'd made



he reached for his spear and i shouted halt

he made a begging motion, stepping back by default

he knelt on one knee, tossing it handle first

as he made a hugging motion with eyes quenching his thirst



i was confused for a lingering time

as i lifted the blade, now cold from the snow

then i understood the need in his mind

and beckoned him come, i losing my glow



he clenched me firm as i held the blade in my hand

he whispered unknown words, maybe "thank you" from his land

as he slipped slowly from the mortal coil that i alone ended

i saw the wounds, scars, i'd somehow helped mend



"Danke schön, meine freundin" and he sighed of the relief

i envied him now more than i'd envied his feet

as i'd stabbed him in the back i, too, sighed

for in the front, myself, i'd taken my life...



"Their Is No Glory To Be Had In War

But Happiness To Be Gained In Releasing The Whored" -me