Merthyr Poet


Confessions

Confessions – I am too afraid,
the men with potential or not, well they won’t go to war,
Caparisoned with roses, sweet scarlet petals,
Well, they won’t go to war,
dining with the Devil in the lands of gluttony with roses,
I am afraid like the men who cower from battle,
Death? It will happen, it is inevitable,
I am afraid, so I take my pleasures by the riverside in hopeless
reverie,

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