Fingers told the story,
That hands couldn’t feel.
Jitters over the story,
Lonely minds would steal.
Hidden behind the veil..
Stood a poetic remorse,
That pierced ceasing a course,
Glitters molded the story,
That tears couldn’t reveal.
Courage butchered the story,
Where fear couldn’t heal.
Uprooted was a glory,
With only a scar to seal.
Fallen guards thereby kneel..
Getting beheaded with steel.


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