Ancient Drumming
An insistent tune
Flows through my veins.
Forgotten stories?
Or just pain.
Ancient drumming.
Sharp and deep.
Never slows.
Nor skips a beat.
Off they march.
To fight a war.
To become a myth.
Or not but lore.
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