evermore

he fought on,
to the end --
swords clanging,
blood spewing,
limbs left
dangling --
and still,
in such a witches' brew,
he thought only
of You:
what he sacrificed
life and limb for:
a time eternal,
You, evermore.



November 5, 2009, for the Wifey.

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