April 18, 2017

The strides of you
Open forward
A myth of
Bronze against
Olive waves
I kneel before you
I chose your time
Your history
Your road
And your dead
You whisper
That I am late
But I seal my truth
At your name
Dusk at a distance
A war at ease
The temple is not
In ruins
As you wake
To conquer
Whatever spite
Thickens at your glory

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