There upon the great pedestal
A man draped with rounded gold stands
All around the lights are fitful
His name hailed throughout his homelands
He stands so triumphant, so it seems
But for him to live is trampling
All upon someone else's dreams
All he can see are those who fell
Spirits choke his tormented smile
"Why, oh why," he thinks, do they cheer?
He is at attention, as if on trial
A soldier's work is never done
Every breath, a victory, yet unwon
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Thoughtful Poetry
PoetryAll my thoughts as poetry and random poems that I have. Plus poetry inspired by amazing book series (Six of Crows). Comment to tell me what you think.
