The Dust of Giants
We are all here
The heroes of past battles
lain to rest
The forgotten lovers
rusted and broken hearted
We come when called
to save a nation ,right a wrong
or fill a void left behind
by those that walked these halls of glory before us
Our wounds are not salved by the balms of our icons
only time diminishes the pain of battles lost
and hides the scars of love unanswered
The thanks heaped upon us
Fleeting, Forgotten
when the next call to arms
when the next aching heart
sounds the horn of need
Our cries heeded by only those
who would be our enemy
or need our love
We come running
raising up from the
Dust of Giants