И рушится все вокруг, и флаги твои в огне.
Your words
are your weapons,
but mine
are only
broken
swords,
which I have
picked up
after the battle
and been looking at,
speculatively
thinking about
how hard
they must
have been swung
to shatter so.
are your weapons,
but mine
are only
broken
swords,
which I have
picked up
after the battle
and been looking at,
speculatively
thinking about
how hard
they must
have been swung
to shatter so.