If they answer not to thy call, walk alone,If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou of evil luck,
Open thy mind and speak out alone.
O thou of evil luck,
Trample the thorns under thy tread,
And along the blood-lined track, travel alone.
1 comment:
hey, nice poem... and thanks for the comment... :-)
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