“Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes. Sacred soul-sister silently pleads For only peace, which never has been. Only has such been seen within A soul with the humblest, most basic needs. That soul I've fleetingly seen before, Crossing my path when I'd naught left in store- Nothing to which war-poet may run. Soul-sister-Soul-Angel- seeing poet undone, Paused, to hand war-poet gold from her Core.” BelieveTruthAngelGoldSmilePurityWallsBattlefieldSoul AngelWar Poet Book:Embattled We: A Poet's War Source: Embattled We: A Poet's War