Hark the Hearts of Heroes
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The Heroes emerge within the storm, unforeseen not the norm,
Generals gather in their swarm, the pestilence prevails to preform…
One by one they will be seen, making miracles as they closely clean,
All is fragile like a figurine, upon darkened skies amidst quarantine.
Illusions gather in the mist, as masses frightly fever with their fist,
The front line soldiers shall resist, for all must covertly coexist…
They stand tall in their battle, as they herd the calamitous cattle,
Many will be pestiferous and prattle, raging in their ravenous rattle.
For hearts worn on their sleeve as many fall and do greatly grieve,
There are disciples that deceive, cataclysmic catacombs to conceive…
Bacterium builds the barricade as the dormant demons soon degrade,
The sheep shall become afraid within their sanity that has strayed.
Hark the hearts of Heroes, for they started amongst the zeroes,
In their strain of slings and arrows, looking thru wounded windows…
All has changed of blinking eyes, solitudes upon the sacrificial skies,
Inducive invitations to immunize as we reset to a new sublime sunrise.
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... let's give our prayers to all battling with Covid-XIX and deep thanks to those who are helping to prevent it...
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2020
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