LionHeart
Empty halls echo,
footsteps resonate, resound,
leaving echos, more.
Observe; the vestige.
The recollection, remnants,
memories fleeting.
Recall; what remains.
Faint residues, reminders,
legacies of time.
Silhouettes fallow,
Impresent shadows calling
the echo of pasts.
Such lone solitude,
desolation, work of flame;
walls crumbled to dust.
Their memory pure;
the remembrance, oh valiance;
lionhearted youth.
Never be forgot;
heroes in and of our minds
dear ones to hold close,
Ever more.
This poem is about:
My community