Silhouette

I’m the shadow,
Of a world that never existed.
At least it’s still in my memories.
I’m the harbinger of failure,
A monument of despair.
I’m dying.
And I feel no pain.

A young man’s joust,
This failed prototype must step aside.
Lessons for the sons never sired,
Learn from this forlorn exemplar.
I beseech you Saint Michael!
Intercede!
Defend them in war!


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