Peace Treaty Poem by Little King of Sorrows

Here's to the winner. Let's giv'em his due.
A passive war fought? Conundrum found true.
Swords never clashing. A stance of good men.
Diplomacy offered. I welcome thy pen.
Request yonder pigeon, a message you quill,
my strategy is public, ask what you will.
A peace treaty offered, I'll draw back my forces,
from behind my own castle, I stable my horses.
A foe unintended, the battle took flight,
no damage on purpose, upon arrival that night.
Accepting defeat now, I offer my silence,
Respecting your boundary, I rest my defiance.
Though words never spoken, I wagered the cost,
in the heat of the battle, your plans were not lost.
Here's to the winner. Let's giv'em his due.
A passive war fought? Conundrum found true.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows