ArmourQuill Hunter (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

With abhorrence, regretting the synopsis so uncompromised
Conquest attained, I would love to see that glint in your eyes
My hateful elegance is usually guarded against my disdain
You’d have me over in a day but what of 'equalization's frame? '

In my heart you could never blunder; it’s not you, it’s me I fear.
Sense the defence of a Brazen-wall, against melting molten Steel?
Who'd befriends a destined Woman-child, set to ruin Hell’s play?
Do you ask “what’s the plan, ” that I sacrifice all- for His call?

Now my turbulence is of child’s play, yet from a royal-line of kings.
You’ve felt me bluster, but you didn’t want to know 'sweet things.'
for companionship is another story; if it be for the Heaven divine.
Destinies rise-&-fall, despite Father’s faithful call with potent wine.

Don’t leave me; cradle me in the way God intends; be my friend.
Testing, with divided needs, isn’t easy until we meet- to ascend.
Unlikely I’ll ever be freed, longing always anxiously to know you.
Guess, befriending' is hard as we step in Faith‘s pole-vaulting shoe.