She cried “Save me”

Pride he cries his aching heart

The land he loved will soon depart

Flags high strung will fall to earth

This earth the one of ancient birth

Back and back the waters run

Pride is easy when you’re young

But basalt eyes are not so bright

Brittania’s womb blood

Dead of night

At sea she’s lost another child 

One more gravestone marks the miles

Spartan helmet smashed on ground 

Her shield blood splattered

Twists around

Pale stretched up 

her hand

son’s heart

Her eyes grow cloudy

Dead and dark

Horror stumble

Stepping back

Is this a dream

or matter of fact?


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