Tecumseh Newberry Poems

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1.
Reaver

With a reaver I make journey’s meet.
A full circle, my quest complete.
I grip tightly, the jagged hilt,
And out my hand, blood had spilt.
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2.
The Secret

I opened the doors, apparently new.
Dark red with very bright borders of blue.
My companions, trading and buying and training,
Calm because of me, life-sustaining.
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