He formed the Future.
One kind, no more real in light ,then in the night.
There came this Soldier
Red and Gold, as Painted Glass ,or Fire in the Night
To him I give my Heart Song
And look to him with Tearful Eyes.
He has Polished Me. (Much ,must still be.)
He has given me this room,
Full of creations,
I have like trophies for the fight.
Me, like a grain of sand.
Yet I feel set apart by the light.
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