The 13th
5/16/2020 07:02 PM

New faces at the gates
Eyes fixed to the horizon
The crew adds many more
At high noon we gather
To the hill, we're met with a roar
Many beasts haunt our minds
And now march up to our door
Holding frame, lighting the torch
Our blades dipped in ivy that binds
Their blood, our sweat, many fears
Buried deep, our souls to keep
To our children who awaken
Not a trace of strife left behind

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