Swear blood oaths,
In very old ways,
Promising to be thy shadows;
Always having their backs –
At but call or invoked name.
Honour.
Truth.
Kindness.
Love.
Taking chainsaw blades,
Mixing oil,
Gasoline,
With blood.
Shake hands thereafter,
You need not rip your palms to tatters –
My iron,
Carbon’ll do.
Old Fashioned Blood Oaths.
