Tag Archives: Poetry

The Hero

I know my purpose now
Amid tyranny, hate and oppression
Through smokey skies and burning vills

It is clear

I am a Warrior
The Moment of Truth is always faced alone
And here I stand

A Fighter

Though choice has always been mine
Here I suddenly find
I have none

I will fight. I must fight.
My road is clear
I die here.

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