The Scarf

23/04/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation



I wore it like a firebrand,

Slung about my neck,

Protecting me from all that came

With fierce determination.



The richness of its colour

Pumps like blood through my veins,

Giving me life as I stood

In the midst of enemies.



Their eyes fixate up on it,

Wanting to charge me down,

But this hero needs no cape

In this forsaken town.



My passion exudes though it,

A vehicle for my love,

Identifying without a word

To my fellow cygne amateur.



Its hue is smeared across my face

In tribal solidarity,

Bearing witness to my ardour,

The warpaint of my time.



I would roll it out like carpet

For the warriors I fervently follow

Their deeds the stuff of legends,

Recounted for years to come.



And it stands as a warning

For all who come before

To take heed of this army –

Blood brothers through and through.