Thoros, We Are

We are weather-beaten,

And we struggle

Against those ties we’ve made,

To unity, we say our prayers,

To charity, we make our time;

Bonds, no bonds, we are present

In the light of liars’ cast,

The rudest hearts

We trail with stone,

We fight with all we’ve won,

For in our minds, we know we are one,

This way we’ll dance ‘til done;

For the troubled, our music plays,

Our own hearts mended along the ways,

We travel light; we never stay-

Yet we long to join the fray…

Thoros, be here today,

Let rudeness of both not push you away.

The End

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