Willow trees dance with their shadows

In the moonlight to the melodies

Of thunder and lightening.

Their hot breaths are met by a host of angels

Who caress these lovers , and feed the shores

To win the rite of passage into the agonizing hours

Of a soldier’s beaten down body.

For the angel Gabriel shall burn his essence

To fend off thirst that ends a dying man’s please

For a rendition of his own song.

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