A two walked, turned and then wandered left
Stumbled across a beating shell numbed by theft.
A cusp came together to form a temporary shelter,
Affording a brief respite to its tender soldier
As it readied itself for return to the battlefield.
With renewed resolve and nerves steeled
The tender soldier, treaded guardedly
Amongst wayward traitors, searching blindly
For unscarred hope brightly shining forth
But none it spied til it turned due north
And there, in another, found its home
And so ended, with a whisper, its tome.
