Fierce Mess
Just one more,
i’ll be fine.
I know it’s late,
but let us shine!
I walked away one evening
into false days light,
a neon walkers morning,
though the sun long made flight.
Our Pride strode together
a shock amidst the horde,
fierce and territorial,
not one single movement flawed.
To engage in our own battles,
our aim is always true.
We’ll try and stay forever,
Though storms and wars ensue.
An End, some form of victory,
worn and stumbling, carried home.
For some a hollow legacy
whilst others yet still roam.
One last time,
Dawn roars her first,
As light arises,
We fall,