A tale of the warrior lantern
At dusk,
And riding
winds of doom,
They came.
To slay angels
in sacred valleys
To shade lanterns
in radiant alleys.
Yes I remember
through the seasons,
And legions a season,
And fall blazing leaves.
Yes, I remember battles
in lush meadows of Ur,
Turned pale crimson
and moisture with gore.
Yes, I remember,
Golden steppes,
Beyond Amador,
The great silver castles,
Freezing nights,
And those raging battles.
True,
Now I look old and soiled,
Unfit to spare them reasons!
Why they tossed me away?
With discarded medals,
With worthless saddles.
True
Now I decay,
But I witnessed the seasons,
Glowing,
Flickering warm
in winter storms,
When people snowed in
and the chill has settled.
A neglected soldier now,
After vehement battles.
But I am
A lantern of metal.
I can wait!
So,
Let them wend the seasons.
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