Bravado 4

by kholinar

The vandals embarked.
Their course
set fire to our skies.
It arced across
the night,
an ad for endings,
a signboard with shackles
and stock proclamations.
So assailed, we
inspected our riggings
and re-painted our figurehead
with dreams.
Our bravos still echo,
a Victor’s horizon ahead.

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