You have a choice.

A desert near the middle east.

The Shepherd is a rogue,
Plotting in towers,
Leading lambs to wolves-
Ravenous, bloodied wolves,
Intent on rending soul,
Hungry to ruin,
But know this,
And arm well,

Tearing teeth
Bend against the aegis of compassion-
An indulgence of art is your boon,
And your speed is,
Your fancies that go unfettered.
The things that ought not matter-
They do matter.
Hence I say,
Bait cannot tempt,
Those free from want.


About A Foreign Sojourn

I am a Joe of many trades including professional cook, avid reader and ambitious adventurer-check out my latest photos and peruse my blogs for a sampling in regards to the worlds of eating and worldly adventures!
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