A Snippet

Just a snippet
Is my trinket
I carry to the streets
I carry to that war
That I may read
When Rome has fallen
When trouble looms ahead
Whisk it out: it’s being read
That I may survive the tribes
From whence I’m being led
In confusion or in strife
I strive to get a life
And be garnered by my dear
In all that I can hear
To the comforts I forgo
I will jump at shadows
To take up where I left off
Your snippet held aloft
All the proof that I need
To the battle, I will heed…