11-07-2018, 12:46 PM
The Goliath hand of the Philistine
no match for the shepherd boys' eye
his sharp glint of wound stone
The opportune moment
the gust of wind
his army behind, his foe ahead
and facing his menacing hate, his giant curse
The boy strikes him dead. To the ground.
And quieting the taunting of insane rage,
the odds overturned, and tables turned
his gain made with light, soft supple step
He pounces atop the stiff-headed lout
severing the demons obvious pride.
And raising aloft its once joined ridicule,
he shouts down his foes wounded by fear.
The shepherd boy caused, as he silenced their jeers
Now rounding about
he looks to his tribe
with uncertain haste, and without a bribe
no match for the shepherd boys' eye
his sharp glint of wound stone
The opportune moment
the gust of wind
his army behind, his foe ahead
and facing his menacing hate, his giant curse
The boy strikes him dead. To the ground.
And quieting the taunting of insane rage,
the odds overturned, and tables turned
his gain made with light, soft supple step
He pounces atop the stiff-headed lout
severing the demons obvious pride.
And raising aloft its once joined ridicule,
he shouts down his foes wounded by fear.
The shepherd boy caused, as he silenced their jeers
Now rounding about
he looks to his tribe
with uncertain haste, and without a bribe
plutocratic polyphonous pandering