The Reluctant Soldier: VIII
Posted January 7th, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
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Unus:
Pairs patrolling the perilous Coastal swamps,
Carrying our lives in packs on our bent backs.
He leans on the log impatiently, swift,
Sharp-eyed Megaron.
Duo:
Rumble on, thunder! I taunt you; for in this stone shelter
Your strong arm cannot reach my comrade and me.
It may tempt fate to taunt a force of nature,
But fate is welcome!
Tres:
The irony does not escape me, who dared
Tempt fate and taunt nature, that I am sitting
Drenched to the skin, washed by a violent river,
Laughing in relief.
Quattor:
This book was muddied by my weary, large hands,
And now, too, it has suffered a slight ducking.
Praise be that this pack is made of rain-cloth, which
Discourages wet.
Quinque:
I will never willingly tempt fate again,
For I am slightly wiser now, less merry,
Less flippant; I know that fate and the gods will
Hold me to my word.
VI:
I know not what tomorrow holds, yet I feel
Ready for anything. Is this youth’s rashness,
The same folly that instigated this war,
Tore me from my home?
Septem:
The only knowledge that I have of Wisdom
Is that she is the opposite of Folly,
Whom I know quite well, having seen her often.
Yet I seek Wisdom!
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