
Waves of neon green
The Northern Lights are like a
Gift from the heavens
Waves of neon green
The Northern Lights are like a
Gift from the heavens
what does it mean to be brave
in today’s age?
maybe it’s simpler than we think
like the warrior societies of old
their ethos to put family first
die for a cause, face aristocrats
who sit on gold-plated thrones
who bemoan gutter-champions
& bare-knuckled brawlers
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