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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