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.

6 thoughts on “Havoc

    • Christine says:

      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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