• cameron_redclay 22w


    This valley draws down to a fortress, faint
    Vision of smoke in the dusk.
    There's the music of work shaping refuge in
    Rhythm of hammer and trust.

    Musical cipher that locks and guards an
    Army of warmth and love.
    Past a sentry of wood and rusted iron lies
    Spoils of battles won.

    Blazing sun is an enemy of one hundred days
    Assaulting a landscape of peace.
    Winter's cold is a thief eluding leather and wool,
    Brings one, alone, to their knees.

    Bless the fortress where are, the deepest cuts, soothed by
    Touch from the saint within.
    Trust your blood and your skin to salvation from
    Hands of a trusted friend.