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"Thrace, what do you hear?"
The Old Man asks one last time.
Nothing but the rain…

Buffeted and battered,

Bobbing against riptides

And odds,


Reluctant protector and leader

Relentlessly seeking,

Ruthlessly sought


Gnashing and nervous

Railing against a fate

That visionaries cannot know.



Obsolete, and vital,

Unfailing, a constant,

Amid swirling alliances, and bloodshed.



Tenacious and tireless,

Determined, driven by duty

Toward the truth

And the end.