What fire burns, deep within
When darkness falls, and days are grim
What ember lives, while others wain
Choked in silence, succumbed to pain
What force shall hold, as others die
Stuck, complacent, teethe and writhe
What echo sounds, when others fade
Like leaves of autumn, drift away
What branch grows old, as others fall
With hardened bark, it reaches tall
What ship still sails, as seas pour in
Through thunderous channels, deafening wind
What castle stands, its flag unharmed
Though battles fought, and pyres warmed
The weak shall fall, the strong remain
What left have I, to give but name
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