~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~
Dedicated to Rurik Orlov, for serving his
She kindles fire in
the early dawnlight.
He opens fire, thousand miles away.
His arms are cocked
as he keeps watch at midnight.
Her arms are empty at the break of day.
© 2004 Michaela
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