Work Text:
Through London fog,
Into iniquity’s den;
You are mine to follow
From beatings and gunshot,
Poison self inflicted;
You are mine to protect
In captivity, through torture,
Beyond what can be endured;
You are mine to kill.
Originally provided in a comment, this is my poetic response to When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. I post it here so that readers may find the original work via the finely crafted link below.
Through London fog,
Into iniquity’s den;
You are mine to follow
From beatings and gunshot,
Poison self inflicted;
You are mine to protect
In captivity, through torture,
Beyond what can be endured;
You are mine to kill.
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