Pen

 

 

The pen is still in hand

Between the bitter tides

Life's battles  are but bland

To sleep to slay to speak to strive

Cut and kill cool the ground

Skip slow and skate kite

In clouds or dreams never planned

How to make it through the night

And Watch the flames fury fanned

Stand and state the fight

Death will come and take its bite

Life is just moments of empty heights

Simple castles built on sand