Fearless One

Little one, tire no more

Sing the song of war

Command the hounds at your feet

 

Soft eyes, cry and cry

For tomorrow shall they pray

 

Dance, little feet, upon the graves

And twirl and twirl till you fade

 

Bleeding ears, pound and pound the drums 

Make them hear your ways

 

Breathe, fragile lungs, and laugh and laugh

For death would not dare

 

Faint lips, bite the betrayer

Your mark stays, a signal

 

The one, unnoticed, obedient 

Strike with hands of glory, holder of the eternal flame

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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