From the ashes i watch them rise
i just can't believe my eyes,
the stories we heard weren't lies,
the chosen ones will bring the light.
I see eight warriors in black clothes,
capes of a grey color with the symbol of a crimson bird,
symbolizes freedom, one we are getting back.
They are taller than i thought they would be,
carrying weapons i've never seen,
each of them unique and different,
but sharing the same for this hopeless land.
They stand in line,
side by side,
united in all their might
ready to attack.
They looked at us with kindness
some with wide smiles
we just stand here mesmerized
by their beauty and angelic light.
They radiate happyness and hope
a warm feeling i thought it was lost,
i found myself crying tears of joy
this darkness will soon be gone.
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The Rise of a New Legend
PoetryA collection of poems about what human fear can cause in a fictional world but not so far to be the real one.