Pillow Talk

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Wondered Knob-Cracker at Stout-Heart: 
‘Are you timed by your will, does your pulse 
List credit, ready to slam like a till?
Can you keep it up?’

Growled Beard Splitter to Smug:
‘Your forces delay, bibbing at Northern walls 
While snow drives rifts between, barring the way. 
I am sufficient.’

Pleaded Knob-Cracker with Fail-Safe:
‘You’ve boarded at last, your hands in your pockets, 
Hat on the back of your head and flags up the mast. 
Can’t I come with you?’

Nodded Beard-Splitter to Sorrowful:
‘The islands are prisons and no one returns, 
No power or possessions where my rule is. 
I will make you mine.’

© John Fuller