For Elise and Enemies

Pardon Granted

Poof, and precision splatters in the air.
All for love of rivalry.
Pardon is granted to those who revere
And still embrace this simile.

Nothing would make me hate an enemy,
Not the cup of malice preserved.
Nothing will be worse than an enemy,
An enemy undeserved.

I wish for nothing at all to plague him
I wish him an endless regime.
I bless his barn and curse every bounty
And the cargo he has at sea.

But on days of lack and piercing torture
Healing is all i pray he finds.
Let him farm, feast and survive nightfall
For daylight won’t be so friendly.

When we end the tenure of enemies
We install what is left of friends.
Nothing will be worse than an enemy,
An enemy made from a friend.

Leonell

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