19 – Nucleus

The season came to pass
As was expected
The blade laid to rest
So the grass could grow anew
And the few who knew the spirit
Kept it in their hearts
Pumping every memory
With loyalty and truth

A bridge over time
A silent crossing
From the ether to the flesh
Where a soul can breathe again
And the friends of the fallen
Share the lives they lived together
Vibrant, melancholic
Immortal in the end