I see you, iron borne and iron true. You who brought emperors to their knees. You who brought the universe low.
You who bled and fought for a crown of gold and a throne of glory.
Did you ever believe it would be enough?
-- the iron do not weep: we rise
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Dear M.
PoesíaA broken heart. A fragmented soul. One pair of earbuds. One still, small voice through it all. Take my hand and come with me as my earbuds lead the way through the dark and through the light.
