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Leeroy's Burden
The many stand upon the hill,
They watch as the lands burn,
Their homes, Their lives, All they were,
For it is all they can do.
They must stand and hold,
Thus is their duty,
The oaths they bear,
A pain they choose.
For they wait for the time,
The time to march,
The time to fight,
The time to exist.
For such is the Soldier's call,
They burn their lives,
Abandon their homes,
Forsake their hope,
All to serve the ones they leave behind.
They watch as the lands burn,
Their homes, Their lives, All they were,
For it is all they can do.
They must stand and hold,
Thus is their duty,
The oaths they bear,
A pain they choose.
For they wait for the time,
The time to march,
The time to fight,
The time to exist.
For such is the Soldier's call,
They burn their lives,
Abandon their homes,
Forsake their hope,
All to serve the ones they leave behind.
Published 14th Feb 2025
Author's Note
I wrote this quickly (no more than 2-3 minutes) for a dnd character (The Leeroy of the title). To be honest, I don't think it's all that good but I think some may enjoy it and because sometimes you need something rubbish to understand what makes rubbish.
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