The last man standing

There in the ashes of War

There where the injured earth can’t hold you up for its own weeping

You will find the one ember

The Dark Captain

The last man standing

In the third falling of the Hellstorm

he was knocked under the keel of his ship

and buried in hyper magnetic sands

When the Angel of Death came hungry to the battle

When the PSI Scythe cut the minds of his cohort from their bodies

It did not find him

When the Recon Angels

Those who catalog the dead and dying

Fell from the skies after everything else had died

They found on his ID stamp

And so they gathered the ashes of the fallen

And gave some portion of the ashes his name

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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