The Difference Between Us
The machinations of my mind
Geared toward victory to find.
Such honor my heart's desire
A sword, a horse, a shield
To strive with mortal dire
Through the gory battle field.
But these fantasies of War
To thee, seam so plain and bor.
Your hand with sweeping brush
Lays an entraping maze
Of figures in colors so lush
That all must stop and gaze.
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