Eternal Duty

This piece is about how, when our freedoms are threatened, the hearts and souls of those who have chosen to defend them come together to uphold our liberty.

When the good lady falls to the dust

Her body bruised and wrapped in chain

Her wrists bloody and stained with metal rust

Who will pick her up again?

The torch lay on the ground

The flame nearly lost

When a shape appears, an apparition

Not quite a ghost

Rather, a dirty figure, never having made the transition

Because his duty was not done

He spread his wings, torn from battles past

He lent his hand, to show she was not alone

Picking up the torch and at last

Shining freedom's light

Over ones who didn't know

Freedom without a chance to fight

Is only protected by our souls

The End

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