Down upon the sand and grain
my hands a crimson stain.
And with heart's breath,
I cried in pain
for life's own end to settle near.
And in the distance came the one
who burned my shackles
with his Sun.
Whose perfect soul is yet
the gleaming light of my frontier.
For when he came love took away
The burning Shadows
of the day.
But darkness fell,
to my Dismay
and covered me amidst with fear.
Now all alone I cower deep.
My only hope
has gone to sleep,
And then thought struck
no more I weep
Forever Standing Pioneer.
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Short Story / Non-Fiction
Poem / Poetry
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