The Revenge Of Raxen Poem by Sadman Nehal
The Revenge Of Raxen
Taste my sword - a lightning bolt,
To divinity's way, a blessing jolt.
Is it the deed?
That my companions dreamed.
I call, 'Oh Ashtar' to bring my cup,
To pour the tea with no biscuit brought up.
And I cut off the chest of that scoundrel,
Placing his heart beside my table's candle.
With every sip, I take a bite,
Relieving my dead soldier's heart with light.
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