Will you ignore the shot that kills me, as it whistles towards my head? Will you pretend not to see me, as I topple over dead?
As the bear roars, the black clouds of war shine upon my prism of tomorrow, forging the refracted light of fear, into glistening, dark, crystals of fate.
In the glow of solitude, I listen to the reflections of my soul, as the beat of the tocsin echoes in my heart, slowly revealing the essence of freedom.
Standing upon the ramparts, I proudly wave my country’s flag, knowing it is woven from the threads of unity, as it flutters in resistance, to the invading storm.
As the kiss of death befriends me, the warriors of Thermopylae beckon me forward, for I, like them, stood firm against a tyrant, thus to be scored, a note in a martyr’s song.
A tribute to the fallen heroes of Ukraine