Within the reach of clasping fists
Yet quite never in their palms
Hidden by shadows and mists
Remembered in only few songs
Cloaks of hemlock intertwined
With hearts shining as sunrise
No compromises, with clear mind
They rush into battles, no disguise
Not to survive or lay their bones
But to taste the history’s nectar
As thorns adoring a wild rose
They pierce fear, bright as a star
To dissipate the enemies
And rise above the blooded ground
As one to conquer these
Shadows & raise from them a mound
A.K.
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