Deep,
Abyssal,
forever spanning on
It looms over all, shifting pose; the illusion that it's gone,
Rebellious it stirs a deep courage within us all,
Yet it also smolders angrily in an eternal fire,
that answers hatred's call,
Above you it lounges loftily among the crashing sun,
Swirling gracefully in a swirling dance of colors,
Its eyes slide slowly shut in inevitable exhaustion,
Warm and loving
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k into it, Encased by a caress that is a barrier form our cold, lonely, life,
It hardens us to tone as it comforts after time of sacrifice,
But to some, like me, it is a knight in glinting armor,
Red grips me tight in its secure arms, terminating every tremor