Swords of 9
I’ve put my swords on the wall
Necessary to do after the fall
I struggle to stop the lightning,
my warrior spirit craves fighting
The battle has ended
a long time ago, suspended
I cover my face with my hands
hiding the trauma of lands
discovered in violent truths
Ruth sends away the troops
Alone upright at night,
I look inwards with fright
The battle is finally over
my bedspread of clover
Allow me the space to find
the answers alone that bind
The swords of nine
are no longer mine
Spooky Mulder Feet 
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