The dogs of war are coming.
They slipped out behind my words
And are baying at the moon.
Who would have guessed the moon
Would be so long in coming?
You never heard my words.
And now I marshal words
To defend myself; only the moon
Sees the battle coming.
I am coming to take my words back from the moon.
Christine Hanolsy 
There is so much tension here. It feels alive, like a wire that, if touched, will twang and hum with life.
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I love this comment so hard. 🙂
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I loved the last line as well. Very dramatic. 🙂
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Thank you! I started with the first stanza and something completely different for the last line. By the time I wrote the next two stanzas, the last line needed a complete overhaul. I’m thrilled it worked.
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I loved your last line, imagining the vigorous tugging to release your tongue and words from the moon.
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Thank you, Kir!
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