"Through"


We picked up the swords,
Left our heroes behind.
I knew my purpose,
We knew our ground.

We saw the purpose,
And seeing is doing.
I believed in the winter,
We believed in the spring.

We moved, an army,
Of poor men and poets.
I walked towards the winter,
We walked without lights.

And we walked into Blood!
And Steel!
And Ice!
And Screams!
Then rain...

And then the pale-grey mist
Streamed from the ground.
We lay steaming in the rain,
We stood there, in the mist.

The spring came to us,
And we put down the swords.
I stood there in the mist,
My sword in my hand.

We found our heroes
As the sun burned the mist.
They were dead on the ground,
They were standing in the spring.

The sun set,
And the rain
Sang in the
Stillness,
Covering
Our eyes.

We believed in the winter.
We believed in the spring.




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