Twists and turns feign circles
As lines that struggle upon me
To cover beyond the Northwoods
‘Neath the canopied aura of old vines
Where the fallen trees mirror soldiers
Who once stood there
Where reflections there imbue
The brightness of all that was once good.
Then light shall wrest hold of what must pursue
And lead all beyond to gather in the open fields.
The timeless sentry knows those who are true.
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