Michael Wilbanks


The Broken Sonnet

Deep within your eyes of silver and blue
The ways of the wretched fall to the dark
Leaving unseen and taking up your mark
You walk the faded path that warriors do
Above the world your footsteps grow to strides
Your eyes searching the way forward and back
Searching for the prize, the trophy you lack
Watched by the dragon in which your soul abides

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