To be unyielding
To suffer the trials of this life
Teeter on the perch of cataclysm
Peer over the edge and turn back
The thread unravelling in the
Bastion of despondency and enervation
But a tautness left at the bone
Chaos will reign and devils will roam
The sword and spear never relinquished
This, for the brave, the bloodied, the unbowed
To be unyielding
Face-ward the undying sun
The call from the deep never silencing
And not a drop of hot blood ever spilt
M.M.
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