His War


Rebels besieged
Slow but steady.
Threatened his town,
And pinned his hopes.

Emboldened by rage,
They dare not repel.
His prospect is dark
And splattered in blood

Archaic did they seem,
Reversing moral gains.
But he stands defensive
For he has a legacy to preserve.

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