There marching on the
Heaven's cloudy kingdom is a
Warrior to whom no
One man or woman would
Fight against,
There marching towards the
Gates is a knight straight and strong,
There marching to the
Field of justice is a guardsman
Whose will is unbreakable,
There marching down the
Road is a mercenary of death
Seeking vengeance
For lost love,
There marching through the
Cemetary is a gravekeeper who's
Heart grieves the
Fallen,
There stands a man
Weighted in grace
And known as the great
Saint.
- Author: PrimalHeaven ( Offline)
- Published: November 14th, 2023 16:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a little something that came to me after reading stories about those who were sainted.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 5
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