That's EXCELLENT, Elayne! You've handled the subtleties of free verse where I've always struggled.
Listen and you’ll hear them
unmanned, unarmed, to hell
with fate, to hell with exile
out in the back forty
frying catfish and singing Johnny Cash,
whooping it up and laughing 'til they cry.
Calls to mind the second ending that Tolkien gave to the tragic story of Beren and Luthien, because he could—and he wanted to.