#503 On The Unsheathed Sword

You shirk the task with nonchalant reply
This menial duty far beneath your grace
And so I take it on myself to try
The task dispatched away with heedful haste
No pointing blame, but this I shall remark
My sword, unsheathed, awaits the next lit spark.

#502 On Your Turn

It’s your turn, baby
Who knows how Life will turn out
For now, it’s just us.

(With mad respect to Ty Dolla $ign)