Mike Gerwitz

Hand in hand the Ronans sleep,
Guard by guard they look and weep,
Skies of darkness fall on all,
Fires burning, life’s last call.
Held in prison, their own land,
Shown a sentence all but glad,
Past the hour children sleep,
Not to wake within this keep.
Each guards’ step would summon fear,
Actions shedding not a tear.
Soulless beasts, as we would call,
Bringing death [...]

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