Eternal Flame Poem by Daniel Fortuna Jr.

The relentless chill of January pierces the flesh & rattles the bones of the masses who came; being warmed by the words of encouragement & optimism from their young leader who stands before them like a strong flame.For the crowd looks upon him in awe as his teeth & his hair seemingly glow with a brilliant sheen, the likes of which they have never seen.Under great pressure, the young leader finds himself in -a crisis that neither side can win.He stands tall on the edge of a global calamity reflecting the aura of audacity.Down the streets of a city, he goes, so large; away from his palace, showered with adoration from the large crowds, a complete absence of malice.The people cheer from side to side & from above, so proud they are that he is their leader, for he is the one they love.Slowly he moves down the street, a pleasant November day completely exposed underneath the sun's heat. Shots ring out seemingly all around; consumed by fear & confusion as questions abound.They look upon the sky, the birds on top of the building -away they fly.The people below gripped by shock & horror, many in tears as they cry. The great young leader shot down; those from that time will never forget that dreadful day.The day a country's innocence was taken away.For they know the country has never been the same.His enlightening words of encouragement & optimism for the future whispering to them within as they look upon the eternal flame.