Reviler of the hateful.
Scorner of the spell.
unto life giving so blatant.
Hater of the concupiscence of hell.
Lover of worth.
Wrangler of the divine.
Shining truth to great the vibrant birth.
All wrapped up like "earl shine"
For hallowed is the very good leaning.
Past the pain of ironic bliss.
Slightly a mess with goodly preening.
Sort of worthy of a kiss.
at last the one sweet Knight.
the simply rides upon the waves of destiny.
only having his enemy, the mares of the midnight.
sweet little package with beautiful complexity.
©Pat Connor
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