The distant string in my head
The everlasting drums
With a subtle march
Like a time when bravery overran
Through a jungle set of wildness
A black panther
Waiting so patiently
To pounce on a new era of dread
O’ it calls
But nobody calls
It may be cold and hungry
But it carries the wins
A stricken fear
Only found those to the unknown
Such a day
Could just be a last
In a moment's pace
The angels race

The fires are set ablaze
The panic is found
Souls are forced
In a lost war
With a false view
It only pained them more
But the Truth was upheld
By those who perished in the mud
Should they be lost forever
Their courage is remembered

  • Authors: Adnan
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  • Finished: January 21st, 2024 11:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • Category: Reflection
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