[POEM] Dreams & Duty

Beneath a sky of crimson flame,
I stand where shadows mourn,
The whispers call me by my name,
Call me for my duty.

The battleground is still and vast,
Its echoes fading low,
The banners raised, the die is cast,
My heart will never show.

I left her in the twilight's gleam,
Her voice a fragile thread,
A fleeting touch, a lover's dream,
Before the march of dread.

For I was bound to shield the frail,
A kingdom's solemn cry,
The burden weighed, the faces pale,
Beneath this burning sky.

Now victory wraps me in its shroud,
A hollow, cold embrace,
The sun descends, its colors loud,
And carves her absent face.

Her laughter lingers in the breeze,
A ghost I cannot hold,
It dances through the bloodstained trees,
Where nights are fierce and cold.

O crimson sky, my witness true,
You burn as she once burned,
Though I have saved the many, too,
For one, my heart has yearned.