An Old Talisman

This is an ancestral object from my great grandfathers and it goes as inheritance. They wore for a better fortune but they all lost their wars and the horses died in vain. These crucial wars never stopped. Very seldom I used to wear this and hide in the turtleneck. Yes, a harmless war and I stick to myself. But it's very hard to control. Mind looks like a sticking plaster. This talisman won't reacts for my stillborn yearning And the both I buried in the isolated garden of old love. To my poet friend Duncan.Wyllie