The Martyr's Call Poem by Philip Caldwell
The Martyr's Call
The call has been heard
and the Siren's song plays.
Kissing the dreams of reality,
my dream diminishes.
Sands of time keep flowing,
aghast the final niche,
a solemn goodbye,
my time is at it's resolution.
The call has been heard
and wisdom herself,
holds out her hand.
Life's equation resounds.
Balance is in check,
I heed the Martyr's call.
If others choose to rise,
It is I who must fall.
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