An Addendum

I Wield nothing more than set,

in Text of Old an ancient call,

I hear the;

"Tone of Might!'

In such a Symphony of vocal tune,

I speak without delight.

The Message Sight, the Word adorn,

a Time, a Place, a Fight!!

The War in 'Such' concludes a plight,

in lost you issue doubt.

The 'Land' in which,
this may hit,

I hold to close, too tight.

For in the 'Chance' of a 'Choice'

I hope you chose to pay the dues,

and not to pass the debt.

'The Rally' of,
 seems so broad,

I fear you will not Muster.

In such a failure man accepts,
 the deal as 'Court Jester.'

The shame in this,
will persist,

to Know 'No Good' in Bad.

The blame is blood upon your hand

of this I just See mad.

The dread becomes,

the Red in Bourne,

you kill for your belief.

The blood that spills upon the sands,

will be the wallow low.

Just to swallow, man in whole,

you sink as if you drink it full,

straight into the Dunes of which,

Mountains hold the View.

As if the Contract had a clause,

in this you gave no pause,
and now it seems so flawed.

To settle Peace with such type,

you lied from the begin,

the common thread of win.

Yet, in-spite of this wrong,

it was sealed but not for long,

your enemy did beg the deal.

Reread!!

Upon review, an argument ensued,

implied became a Rook.

Apparently, you just took.

Understanding not mistaken,

you planned to bury and placate,

in simple Verse you did Curse,

using language that was terse,

you omit the deed.

In a strange reverse,

this action strengthened Men.

The decision, not at hand,

became the law of their land.

Your aim just brought Purchase!

In that Land,

where Peace will come,

you delivered perfect.

To interpret would manipulate,

to read in plain would be insane,
because,

you issued death with No Let.