The days are like fine chain gloves, When in need of plate. They’ll do, but could be better.
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Titanium
In the middle, there
Dragons circle just near enough
To stop my descent
My Hound
A memory of warmth
The brindle is now a bridle
Their name a mystery
This one is too
Sitting by rocks
Smelling nothing
No need for hounds
When there’s bit and saddle
I s’pose
I thought would be gone
This memory of warmth