Midnight Ramblings, Is All Poem by Shelby Barker

Midnight Ramblings, Is All



Dull swords have battled for my most inner golds
but with lack of aim, I
have been the one scathed
although glad thy warriors don’t need to be told to go
and let me heal on my own
‘Cause all the King’s foals, nor the King’s boys
know how to patch wounds
if they cannot
correctly sharpen their metal or
identify the enemy.
Their armour has more luster than the gold they fight
Fought for -
Their donkeys more lust than I
of Them.
Tin foil has warred over my most pure diamonds
Given, scratched and returned.
In a miscellany of broken things on the
field of battle
you gather what you call treasure
One boy’s trash another man’s treasure you
have built yourself a ragged throne
in No Man’s Land
and for your Golden, Diamond art
Thou shalt be crowned the fey prince
the warrior
of my all.

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