The Pull of a Scene,
in memory,
the sight of such,
not Panic,
just Stowed.
A Kindness,
in this Hand-of-Fate,
my destiny,
by No-Mistake!
To Hope,
I will not be Alone,
for Eternity,
in thus I'm shown.
A Credence,
a History,
in which I See,
a Battle that Orphaned me!
In Ancient Time,
where War-met-Plan.
I have Sight,
in memory,
a Rite?
Can this be the same Knight?
Left with Him,
to Survive this Plight?
All I See,
are Sails in an Oceans Lake.
A giant Pond,
where all is gone.
In confusion,
not despair,
led my life,
from Hear-Too-Stare.
I Ponder meaning of such a place,
Climatic-Difference,
of this I rate.
Such a Great-Full Sea of Missed,
that I mention,
am I this?
Think it Odd,
thought it Strange,
memories of just rearranged.
Silence burns,
this seared appeal,
my life so far,
does seem Surreal.
In such a Heritage,
I do not worry,
for this plan,
does not seem hurried.
A Man
is the One,
of Two-sent-Through,
to saturate all of Who?
He is the Strength,
healed my path,
Four Millennia,
He's been a Fact.
Not just in Been,
I See Too,
He's Free-to-Well,
All that Blew!
Is this Story in History,
Knew?
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