Rellic

A memory of a forgotten time,
A then unrecognizable by the now,
Found under the worker's plough,
And heard when the church bell chimes,
But otherwise left to rot,
In era old crypts,
And fields of Forget Me Nots,
Only revealing herself as an iceberg's tip,
Enough to spark a curiosity,
Among the watchers of sunsets,
And the disciples of ancestry,
When she gracefully performs her minuet,
Much to the disdain of the modern degenerate,
To her, history is not a path but a cycle that repeats,
Precisely performed lest her people forget,
How colossal were their feats,
Of evolutionary marvels,
And the cause for global civility,
Rising above the depravity of Vanity Fair's carnivals,
Aiding the Earth before contemporary industry.

What was once lost has now been found,
What was once forgotten has now been remembered,
Reminding to that which we are bound,
A unity of people that must not be severed,
To shine as a light that emulates the stars,
To rule the world as we were endowed,
To defend righteous through holy war,
To recount our history as a people tall and proud.

Fear not my brothers and sisters,
I've got your back like a shadow,
With a red pill ready to administer,
To the wayward ones that have lost the glow,
And when things get rough or a bit hellish,
Call upon me friends, your good friend Rellic.