The gentle

look

upon his

face



A trace of

sadness...

spirit...

grace...



Resolve that

feeds

His loyal

heart


Intruders

take

destructive

part



A hero's

life

within

constraints



Devoid

of

freedom

or

complaints



Angels

from

their

sorrow

weep



The pain

for

him

became

that

deep



Devotion

to

him

I gladly

succumb



I'd never

Live freely

below

cruel

thumb




Or take

one

step

to

their

foul

drum.


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