Amid the msasas beside the hill
A stonecrossed grave there is. It will
Remind wayfarers of the dreadful cost
To one who ventured, fought and lost
To vanquish evil; alas it prospers still.
Now of the brotherhood who dared
We are the ones that fortune spared
Ours is the task to guard the gains
And honour well the still remains
Who fell when wickedness had reared.
And he at rest beside the hill:
His sacrifice be with us still.
Duty, honour, courage ever.
Forsaken, lost, forgotten never.
His unfinished task, ours to fulfil.
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Very intense with a sense of quiet respect throughout your poem for someone who sacrificed their life to vanquish evil. Great tribute to an unknown hero. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn