I am sitting
and you are petting my hair
to let me know the war is over
(arrows light out
off target
toward our position,
my ax ready)
and while you pet my locks
and shards of metal there
you say
"Not yet"
and feel my scalp tighten
while I grin.
Your fingers dig in
to my dreads
and scrape against my skull
to let me know you are grinning too.
I laugh and you wince
about what I will have to do
because of your touch
and the two of us
on the cusp of glory
that will still have to be earned.
Already missing you,
but you'll clean up with
your broadsword.
There's nothing two titans cannot do.
Against an army? You and whose?
Petting my hair and my self
looking up at you-
there is nothing we cannot do.
The arrows fall where we were.
"Sic-em."
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