• clifton 31w


    This gauntlet at my feet,
    A chainmail call to arms,
    Be the warrior of this day,
    Answer those false alarms!
    For we are never soldiers now,
    We're just going through the motions,
    No longer marauding overseas,
    Nor guardians of the oceans.
    This scarab at my side,
    A sword to hold aloft,
    But we are ghosts of battles now,
    That this world has forgot.
    Replaying shallow victories,
    In the deep thoughts of our minds,
    Where all our wars are still alive,
    Now we've all been left behind.