No Lies

There are no lies

Left to tell;

You know them all too well.

But the spell

That transitions

Changes positions.

I have no gift to carry,

But the parry

Of sword.

I will listen,

As glistening blades

Decide on me.

I don’t kill that easy;

What would a poet

Endure,

Everything.

What had he achieved

He had moments,

Some good,

Some bad.

A simple man of ages past

That does not figure

In our reality.