February 7th; Fighting by My Side

Drums have their way of beating every day
in my head and yours,
giving goosebumps to those unknowing
of monstrous roars.
The fire rages in the day of flags and foes
but I stand strong
with the thought that I will be alone.
With little effort,
your hand moves me just a few inches left,
so I don't get hurt,
and you take the soaring arrow instead.
I'm so grateful
that I'm not going to go out like a candle,
a silent goodbye,
because you are here fighting by my side.

The End

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