The Pride of the Ox or Stolen Oxygen or Lament for a Friend
From a burning fire Busy bar It’s not you
Came the edge of ire Gaz’d too far It’s me
As I stepped up To foe unfound I don’t love you
Irascible and froth’d Stood my ground I never did
Raising fists scarred Girl’s scared We’re not meant
Shouts of anger Rais’d hackles To be we’re only
Awash in liquid courage Drunkard sop Kids
Scourged a-purple Made to stop You’ll find someone
Unmoved from spittle Gleaming fist Special and sweet
Whipped a cut so clean Slipped my wrist I hope you meet
Jugular spilt a spew What’d he do? We’ll be friends
Bloody good head
hurk I hope
The pint pour’d high Oh God Please don’t cry
Crimson cast light I need help I’ll never forget
On stern brows furrow’d Can’t breathe Our walks in the
Sunder’d form fled Need some air Park and the ranch
Sirens rang Sky? Our favourite branch
I sang It’s black We watched them
Gruesome horns I’ll be fine Graze many days
Gripp’d his neck I’m on my back Sun soaking skin
Relentless …. You pulled too hard
Brave …. Ripp’d too deep
Never weak …. My heart you’ll never keep
Oxen horns never break …. Stubborn still, I weep
By @Kalleth