We are the ones,
We are the keepers.
From the time frozen
In tears of the weepers.
We are the saviors,
The guardians of all.
We keep you safe,
When the empires fall.
We watch above,
From the the tales told beneath,
The saviour, the son,
And the thorn made wreath.
We are the Gods,
From the peoples last stand,
Now lost and forgotten,
Once noble and grand.
We are the warriors
From the past,
We must be worshiped,
To forever last.
We are the creators,
Of a once great men,
When we are forgotten,
We'll start over again.
We are the Gods!
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The Perennial Fascination
PoetryDeathless. Everlasting. Eternal. Poetry on the thought that there is a forever. That some things are immortal.
