He stood in the midst of it
A tornado of hope cruising through darkness,
erasing it
Courage, calm,
With a heart of molten steel
Flexible yet solidifying
A mountain of glory attained at a price
The price of death
Flowing crimson, still bodies, silent anarchy
Wearily, He walks and survives
Across the ground, in barren wasteland,
Tears of loss and desolation
A soldier
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