Federico del Corazón
Battlefield - Poem by Federico del Corazón
Born from fire and steel
you were intended to be the Archangel,
fierce and feared by all.
The gleaming of your sword
was the last light seen by your enemies
as they pleaded for their life.
Your spine is not weak,
it is your strength.
The roaring sound of your heart
beating under the sheets of
armor, metal and steel
The Gods have forgotten,
this is your freewill
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